I'm being pulled back
Bungee cords attached
To my heart strings
They stretch
I fight
I fail
I fall
I fly
Backwards
Then stop
Hindered
Held back
What is progression?
My mind rewinds
My lungs inflate
Time
Stops
And I'm still - 19/3/19
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Broken Roses
PoetryA collection of cerebral poetry dwelling on the highs and lows of the richness of life...
