Senses
If I could I would climb
But this weight, drags, defeats, deforms my flight out
If I could I would swim
But this water is white, whirling weight down my way under
There is no way around this. My state of stuck here
My frozen fight, My fight, fought, forgotten here
I can smell survival, stuck here, smell survival out there.
Memory is not held in your mind,
locked in the recesses of your brain.
Instead, it’s held in your print,
Polished, stained this body
My hands maneuver his intentions, avoiding his hold
But the tremor takes on, tainting my feel for life
Wiring my mind and
Can mold me, shape me, squared
My bones bend, they build this dimension by dimension
These veins vere to the side of steel sticks, enclosed
These eyes roll, illuminating the industrial tone of my walls
I just want out
This heart, it pushes and pumps fear into this cathedral,
This holy place upon the rock, alone, it stands over me
I just want out
I can't leave this prison
I can't leave this cell
I can't leave this body
I can't leave these cells
I have been trying to tell you, -
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Submitted on October 12, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,042 |
Words | 199 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 11, 1, 7, 1 |
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