my legs are twitching with the need to run
to chase a moment, a year,
a lifetime that’s slipping away.
my hands are numb, fingertips brushing
working on autopilot,
following the logic
of things that need to be done
before anything can happen.
my body,
it’s exploding.
waves crashing inside me
yearning, urging, and tearing
at my stationary being,
at my hollow bones attached to tried muscle
and tired skin.
psychologically imploding
with the need to live
and breathe
and do.
experience.
but i’m trapped in this prison of a cultureless culture
in these shackles of people, zombified,
telling me what i can and can’t be
bound to the ground
by the word no;
darling you can’t,
darling you’re too young,
darling you’re trapped,
darling you can’t leave,
darling, you’re stuck.
and with my lips aflame,
trying to release my need to be,
when i simply can’t be,
not yet.
my body, it’s rotting.
twiddling my thumbs,
until life is allowed to start.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 9:51 PM UTC
my legs are twitching with the need to run
to chase a moment, a year,
a lifetime that’s slipping away.
my hands are numb, fingertips brushing
working on autopilot,
following the logic
of things that need to be done
before anything can happen.
my body,
it’s exploding.
waves crashing inside me
yearning, urging, and tearing
at my stationary being,
at my hollow bones attached to tried muscle
and tired skin.
psychologically imploding
with the need to live
and breathe
and do.
experience.
but i’m trapped in this prison of a cultureless culture
in these shackles of people, zombified,
telling me what i can and can’t be
bound to the ground
by the word no;
darling you can’t,
darling you’re too young,
darling you’re trapped,
darling you can’t leave,
darling, you’re stuck.
and with my lips aflame,
trying to release my need to be,
when i simply can’t be,
not yet.
my body, it’s rotting.
twiddling my thumbs,
until life is allowed to start.
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