A soul bursting at the seams
Ideas about the future, and what it brings
Stuck in the unknown, tied by ties
Creeping inside out, watching, listening
And all is still.
No pulse of light, no touch of screams
A never-ending whirr of a thought
Loosely hanging on the precipice of reason.
Sin! Sin! Sin!
Undermined, overgrown.
And all is still.
Fluttering of breaths, sinking lower
Capsized attempt of a strain
Masking it’s way upwards
Awake! Awake! Awake!
A crack in a foundation, a trifle
And all is still.
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