Tangled in thoughts,
Caught in a step,
Rush forward by the waves,
Knocked back,
A stride forward,
Tangled again.
These oil like tentacles,
Wrap round minds,
No step can be taken,
No attempt can be made,
Once the feet have been tangled,
Every breathe that you take
Is shorter
And faster
And harder to take,
A trapped foot
No future
But being swirled in the waves.
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Seaweed Thoughts
PoetryA bunch of random poems that form an unorganised reality that is my mind.
