Slaves To My Feet
Up and down
Left and right
Back and forth
Over an over again.
My life repeats.
Everyday,
The same emotions,
Conversations,
Routines.
I do not feel
And rarely
Have to think.
Consciously unaware,
I move
From here to there,
My feet slaves
To my mind.
Automatically moving...
The soul within me
Trapped, jailed
Within this solid mass,
Barricading me from my freedoms.
Copyright © Jessica Hartman | Year Posted 2011
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