We're eternally trapped.
Forever in this rut of
Confusion.
A steel chain on our hearts
But more so on our bodies.
Muzzled in pain,
We refuse to voice our concern.
Too often our own words
Conspire against us,
Leaving us even more speechless than before.
Tongue-tied,
Our minds leave our bodies
Wishing for another vantage point.
Ostracizing our thoughts.
Banishing them to a remote warehouse
Where to stumble upon them
Would be impractical.
Our journey together
Is a futile pursuit.
We may as well turn back now.
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