Once I was a preserver
you turned me into a useless stargazer
by losing the will of being your tracer
I ceded my kismet on becoming an engraver
I grew to be nothing but a moveless eraser
The mind and heart switch roles
For reasons to stay untold
Silently screaming chest
Racing and quivering head
Thoughts whip light speed modest
Body barely leaves its bed
Unhappy for nothing
Motivated for nothing
Form is supposed to be a twister or whirlwind. Hoping that's apparent before you read this lol.
we don't talk
is this a deadlock?
can we just take a walk?
near the shore i set up a hammock
where we can ignore the ticking clock
— The End —