Caught in quicksand
Gazing through the broken clock
With clouded lenses
Shrouded in the numbness
Of nevermore
Red-ridged wrists remember
Silent in stillness
Stuck
Sinking
Slowly
Tied to the treadmill
Muscles ablaze
The girl in the glass
Is a stranger
Fighting
Fading
Paint-filled pinpricks heralding heroism
Constant motion
Going nowhere
Fast
Falling
Is better
Than feeling
They were
They are
Warriors
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Catalyst
PoetryArt is science. Science is art. To seek to prove this hypothesis is the greatest adventure. Breathe deep. Enjoy the ride. All it takes is one spark to ignite the passion of imagination, ambition, desire, or a dream that can change the world. You ho...
