i'm being chained up by my thoughts
i'm stuck in place for almost the whole day
every hour
every week
every month
when i think of something to do
when i think of an escape
a light opens up
it's so bright
and reachable
i walk towards this light
this light of hope
this light of change
i start to run towards it
i'm almost there
i'm barley inches away from it
then i get yanked by these chains of my thoughts
the thoughts filling in the back of the room
maybe one day i'll break these chains
but for now, i sit here everyday
every hour
every week
every month
YOU ARE READING
A Distant Fire
شِعرAnother poetry book. I've been taking a long break from poetry and am now ready to get back into it. Lots of entries for this one :)
