Emotions
A muted echo in the bone,
A world I cannot call my own.
The breath I take a heavy toll,
A restless sprit, losing soul.
Not darkness craved
Nor fading light.
Just weary limbs,
That cannot fight.
The endless climb,
The endless fall.
I yearn for nothing,
Least of all.
This constant thrum,
This hollow ache.
To break the shell,
For goodness’ sake.
But fear still binds,
A heavy chain.
To simply cease,
And know no pain.
Copyright © Jianah shaddick | Year Posted 2025
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