Try as i might
I cannot seem to escape this world
This mortal coil of mine
Is caught in an ever tightening knot

I feel strangled
Simply on the whim of others
I wish to freely fly
But my wings remain clipped

Destiny, lies destitute
Landlocked, and lingering
As fragile
As a whispering cloud

I look to the night sky
But the stars merely blink
And say nothing
They are already ghosts

The oceans, ebb, and flow
Shift, in the sands of time
Hide behind
Their lunar (e)motions

A heart beat, slows
Forlorn, forgotten
A broken shell
A grain of sand
Always shifting

by Jemia