Arrested
so the claim rings out
A state of upheaval and hurt
Where the beating of your heart
Trumps the run of your mind
Stuck
Every moment passes
through your outstretched hands
like a rusted sieve
too old to catch to save
the faeries of your imagination
who've caught a ride
on the passage of time
If only you could catch up to their bedlam
and commit to the pitch of the wave
you'd possess your freedom
1/28/13
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
