Grounded
My name is Bearth Bentley and
I know I’m not jumping off this planet
Anytime soon, at least
Not without a rocket ship
Most likely
Everything here is stuck
In the muck from below
magnetic poles or magnetic soles
I’m positive, I’m stuck here
Slow the mind
Stopping time
Just look around
Nothing’s moving
All is still
so it seems ...
Transparent puppet strings
Come up from below
Not down from above
Holding me here
All day long
Until I finally just give in
Lay my heavy head down to sleep
And dream ....
of being released
from this bondage
Sometimes,
I feel as if this existence is some form of punishment
Just for being born
And ultimately death will come for such
is the crime of creation
Meanwhile,
while I live,
I’m grounded.
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