Life's Like That
Life is slowly pinning me down,
sharp shards of attachment attack by mobility.
Treadmill of progression that strengthens me to stay.
as my legs stagnate my mind grows.
I guess I could move forward,
towards,
ahead,
but I am not ready to leave it all behind.
You’ve clipped my wings; the circumstance of you has pulled me unwarily from the sky.
Into you lap of comfort, where I remain uncomforted.
Copyright © Robert Coles | Year Posted 2009
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