Thursday, March 19, 2015

(XXI) Paralyzed

I cringe at the sound
Of my vertebrates
Forcefully zipping
Up my spine
Day by day gradually
Such tension
As loud as the
Incessant hammering
Of multitudinous
Metal nails
Through frail
Rattling bones 

Yet still
I cringe at bundles of tension
Within this silence
As heavy as metal nails
As loud as the sound
Of metal on rails
Beneath the schreeching
Wheels of this train car

Stuck in this tunnel
Isolated in the dark



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