You are the slowed hands
of an analog clock.
The echoing silence
and reverberating shock.
Nothing at all
and every insignificant thing.
Beating heart held together
by unraveling string.
A face in a crowd,
silent & on fire.
Wings weighed down by those
who want to fly higher.
Words held back
by suffocating hands.
Tripping over chaos
to meet their demands
You are frustrated & used
& a lot like me.
The gilded bird
& the swallowed key.
of an analog clock.
The echoing silence
and reverberating shock.
Nothing at all
and every insignificant thing.
Beating heart held together
by unraveling string.
A face in a crowd,
silent & on fire.
Wings weighed down by those
who want to fly higher.
Words held back
by suffocating hands.
Tripping over chaos
to meet their demands
You are frustrated & used
& a lot like me.
The gilded bird
& the swallowed key.
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