stuck in place
frozen in time
but the cup
was always filling
running over now
regret spilling
to the floor—pooling
into foreboding puddles (more after the cut)
my slip and slide life
causes me mental sprains
my mind has become
stiffened and rigid
these years of nothing
must meet their end
escape is within reach
power was always with me
many times I have reached
for the key to these chains
the harder I strain
the faster they flee
is the reach
all there is?
Written by Matthew (thismortalflesh)
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