Thursday, April 25, 2024

Day 116 of 366: Quicksand

Walls closing in
Eyes seeping
The land slowly
Sinks my feet in
Every place I go
Reminds me of long ago
Where I have been punished
For others sins
And the sky refuse to shine on me
As I stand here 
Caught up in the bleeding
Now every step I take 
Is a bomb ticking
Though I wish I could be free
From what is expected of me
I guess this is the price I pay
For chasing something
I thought I was ready
But maybe I am ready
But not in the way
That I can swallow it all
And even amidst my doubts
I would like to carry on
But now every move I make 
Is a reminder 
Of the things 
I didn't even do
I guess it bothered me
More than it should

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