This silent suffocation of the mind

June 5, 2020

Won’t lift its vile

This glaze of stale air trap movement

Spikes bails into feet when stepping forward

Leaving bloody footprints to dwell on

The Greatest accelerator is your greatest enemy

Bind by mind

Lifted by fate

And trapped by failure

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