Lost in the rubble
Buried alive
No matter the progress
The space
Continues to close
At the same rate as it opens
Its a constant cycle
Of suffering
But you can't stop.
If so, only death awaits
But if you continue,
No real progress
No catching up
Just staying afloat
Just enough to survive
But not
To strive.
About the Creator
Sady Bayne
Just your average life enthusiast, out here trying to write or whatever. Making the most of anything and everything.
Obsessed with living and, well, the deep stuff... like your soul color or what 2 animals together is you
Have a great day :)
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Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin4 days ago in Wander
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Just enough to survive but not to strive. That hit me so hard because that's what I've been doing. Loved your poem!