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Sep 2011
I feel a lot of pain
Like this world has tried to constrain
Me for so long
And I keep stretching….
I keep stretching my fingers against its elastic
Walls, but they only give so much
And then they bounce back into place
And my hands knock me in the face
With such a force as if the laws of motion
Are trying to tell me that life
Keeps going.
And I can’t escape.

No I can’t escape.

In a bubble of democracy
And coffee shops that only serve
Three sizes and if you want a muffin
That’s gonna be 2 bucks extra, but I only
Have a five dollar bill and I’d
Still like to be able to leave a tip.

In a box of learning and
All my pencils keep breaking
And everyone else is using
Those ****** mechanical
Ones and they won’t
Share with me.
And I fall behind because I keep
Getting up to sharpen mine
While they all keep listening.

I’m stuck in a perpetual world of progress
And the cogs that keep turning
Are grinding my soul into
A paste that I want to take and
Shove into the machine that
We all call life.

No I can’t escape.

Stuck in a world of
Endless ticking seconds
And I feel every
Single
One
While my syncopated heart beats
Continue to tell me I’m alive
But just barely.

I’m just barely holding on
In this world that
Waits for no one.
It won’t stop, even if
You beg the world clock
On your cell phone to quit keeping
Such a detailed measure of how
Far ahead of you everyone else
Is.

No we can’t escape.
Written by
Morgan Gruver
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