Wed, 04/09/2014 - 03:06 -- ezer
It's like everything is falling
into my lap
onto my lungs
suffocating me
and making me feel the weight
of everything
all at once
in all the could of beens
should have beens
will bes
unable to escape this ocean raging
at my ankles and making me trip
catching me in its unbearable chains
nothing feels like home
no one feels like home
I am not at home
I'm searching for this thing
that I used to have so abundantly
but hundreds of miles away
and lonely
its running scarce
so I'm running too
in circles,
anywhere but forwards
i cant breathe under this weight
in this ocean
caught in these chains
of relentless searching


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