It pulls at me,
Clinging on so tightly.
Suffocating,
Tugging ever so slightly.
It pulls at me,
Each tug, a little harder.
Absorbing,
Diminishing my interest.
It pulls continually,
Each day, everywhere.
Calling,
Even at the brink of death.
It pulls strongly,
An electromagnet?
Attracting,
I could never be at rest.
It pulls painfully,
Away from the rest.
Hurting,
It’s just hard to… It’s a pest.
It pulls, then,
It lets go.
Falling,
And I’m all alone.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 10:22 AM UTC
It pulls at me,
Clinging on so tightly.
Suffocating,
Tugging ever so slightly.
It pulls at me,
Each tug, a little harder.
Absorbing,
Diminishing my interest.
It pulls continually,
Each day, everywhere.
Calling,
Even at the brink of death.
It pulls strongly,
An electromagnet?
Attracting,
I could never be at rest.
It pulls painfully,
Away from the rest.
Hurting,
It’s just hard to… It’s a pest.
It pulls, then,
It lets go.
Falling,
And I’m all alone.
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