Running
Pacing
Chasing
Through my mind, one by one, back and forth.
The fires of passion were just a façade for the lack of initiative. Now we wade our feet through the sluggish remains of what you could’ve been.
What you should’ve been.
There’s a trembling in your chest,
In your veins,
It holds you down and weighs down your day.
You could lay there forever but that can’t change the facts
Plenty of times you’ve missed the mark
Mistakes were made, pieces of your life scattered on the floor
Where to start
How to start
All you know is you need to start now.
About the Creator
Rambler's Society
Hello everyone! I write fictional surreal stories and poems. I love writing and I hope that you enjoy reading what I've to offer. I have plenty more written down on my website so I'd love it if you'd go check it out!
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