Shallow sunlight
Reaching grey areas.
Sporting berating frowns
And horrid, gaunt eyes.
Peeking
into black corners.
Turbulent emotions.
The stars and the sea kiss
just a footstep backward.
Noises drown.
Eyes burn.
Head smarts.
Flopping on the hamster wheel.
Resting on coffee makers.
The delicacy of energy bars served
on a silver plate.
And your body screams:
imalright.
While your hands scrabble for a handhold
on a self polished cliffside.
When you realise you're running faster than the treadmill.
It's already too late.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
Shallow sunlight
Reaching grey areas.
Sporting berating frowns
And horrid, gaunt eyes.
Peeking
into black corners.
Turbulent emotions.
The stars and the sea kiss
just a footstep backward.
Noises drown.
Eyes burn.
Head smarts.
Flopping on the hamster wheel.
Resting on coffee makers.
The delicacy of energy bars served
on a silver plate.
And your body screams:
imalright.
While your hands scrabble for a handhold
on a self polished cliffside.
When you realise you're running faster than the treadmill.
It's already too late.
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