Do you ever feel stuck,
like the ground is glued
to the bottom
of your shoes,
or the clouds never move
despite having
every reason to
And your friends never stop
running circles
around you,
moving like a picture trail,
capturing every
last one of their accomplishments
just to compare it
to the empty trophy shelf
gathering cobwebs
in your living room
Do you ever feel stuck,
like the world is spinning
around you,
faster and faster
and it's all you can do
not to sleep
the days away,
finding some comfort
in closed eyes and nightmares
anything but the spins
I would compare this
feeling to quicksand,
but even then,
you're still going
somewhere
*even if it is down
even if it is to an untimely end*
Do you ever feel stuck
like there is no beginning,
and there is no end
This poem has neither,
in most regards,
it doesn't exist
So I'll leave you with
an incomplete sentence
Stuck....
A proper ending,
if there ever were one
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
Do you ever feel stuck,
like the ground is glued
to the bottom
of your shoes,
or the clouds never move
despite having
every reason to
And your friends never stop
running circles
around you,
moving like a picture trail,
capturing every
last one of their accomplishments
just to compare it
to the empty trophy shelf
gathering cobwebs
in your living room
Do you ever feel stuck,
like the world is spinning
around you,
faster and faster
and it's all you can do
not to sleep
the days away,
finding some comfort
in closed eyes and nightmares
anything but the spins
I would compare this
feeling to quicksand,
but even then,
you're still going
somewhere
*even if it is down
even if it is to an untimely end*
Do you ever feel stuck
like there is no beginning,
and there is no end
This poem has neither,
in most regards,
it doesn't exist
So I'll leave you with
an incomplete sentence
Stuck....
A proper ending,
if there ever were one
