the worst feeling in the world, to me
is feeling stuck.
it's worse than having to dig out the wheel
in the limbs of sloppy rain,
or the shock value of biting the inside
of your mouth.
it's the opposite of the realization you have
when you remember the mouth heals quickest; and then
there is hope.
imagine the life path of dreams -
with a lush natural fence on the threshold.
one step over summons vines from under
that lash and snag and gnarl and gnash
and you're frozen stone: forest
desert arctic all in one.
the stuck swallows me inside
an imperial chamber
that i am not in the slightest bit worthy
to be surrounded by.
a perception of the world
in your mind...
it cracks,
shatters, hiss,
obliterated.
i welcome struggle into my arms as i go
to the bittersweet valley below;
maybe i will find the seeds that
will allow me to grow.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
the worst feeling in the world, to me
is feeling stuck.
it's worse than having to dig out the wheel
in the limbs of sloppy rain,
or the shock value of biting the inside
of your mouth.
it's the opposite of the realization you have
when you remember the mouth heals quickest; and then
there is hope.
imagine the life path of dreams -
with a lush natural fence on the threshold.
one step over summons vines from under
that lash and snag and gnarl and gnash
and you're frozen stone: forest
desert arctic all in one.
the stuck swallows me inside
an imperial chamber
that i am not in the slightest bit worthy
to be surrounded by.
a perception of the world
in your mind...
it cracks,
shatters, hiss,
obliterated.
i welcome struggle into my arms as i go
to the bittersweet valley below;
maybe i will find the seeds that
will allow me to grow.
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