Sleepwalking

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Attempt to lift a foot, 
Weighed down by a heavy burden. 
The ground turns, 
To enveloping resin. 


Stuck. 
Immovable. 
Permanent. 


Grasped within this stance, 
Held firm. 
Standing within your living coma. 


Breathe in. 
Make it deep. 
Exhale slowly. 


Relief will come, 
As dully noted. 
Perhaps? 

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sounds familiar...

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