Tethers, tremors, they rush through me
The web woven is getting tighter, stronger
The bars seem to be getting bigger
Or am I seeing things?
Broken glass is stuck in my feet
Motion is impossible
Emotions block my progress
Guts ripped out of me
lie at my feet staring back at me
and the smoke from my scorched heart
stares back at me daring me
daring me to do something
'Why won't you move, why won't you heal? '
I block my ears with both hands
I don't want to hear a thing
I have heard it all before
aren't I the most rational and logical person I know?
so I know what's best for me
but the damage here seems irreparable
so we remain locked in a battle of wills
Lost wills.
When all is said and done
we stare at the maker and ask him to put us back together
From the divine, right back to the divine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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