A breath held too long,
words caught in the throat,
a door that won't quite close
no matter how hard you push.
The clock moves,
but not fast enough,
or maybe too fast,
never in sync with what you need.
Fingers hover over keys,
thoughts spil and scatter,
but meaning slips
between the cracks.
Another deep sigh,
another reset,
but the weight
never quite lifts.
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