pendulum
to and fro
to and fro
along with the
beats of a heart
in throes
of wandering woe
pendulum
to and fro
to and fro
tapping along
a life’s time that
ticks by me
before my very eyes
pendulum
to and fro
to and fro
stopping quite still
to only mock with
with your dullish gold face
smirking away at my
misty-headed misery
i’m stuck
and don’t mind being so
i’m too afraid to move forward
and too afraid to stay behind
secretly i sigh that delays made, are out of my hands
but miserable that i will be left back.
the world’s most preciously deemed
i waste without outward regret
time and money galore
has gone and i bemoan the reason to need more
silently i must remain as in of me
meaninglessly dreading the decay
that seems only to point towards ruthless consequences
making my senses acute and numb and to sense no more
yet more aware am i of this urgent whisper of idle
as i am at the quickening and ever-knocking of my heart
and the foolish inability to do nothing more than to move forward
and remain tormentedly stuck…
what a waste
disgrace embraced
touched the top
wary of the rock bottom
yet here i lie in limbo…
…slowly dying within
suffocation always reveals the coward in you
instead of giving in
you run full circle
back to the miserable beginning
contemplate release
relish in its reason
its space
its
breeze
contemplate inaction
as you wade shamefully
through
defeated
fate
Hell awaits yet another of your stumbling blind journeys.
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