Fettered
I feel restless, frustrated, and cooped up.
Forced to periods of stillness, time skittering by, wasted.
I want to grind my teeth, shout, scream and stretch.
I yearn to bite, kick and punch the inanimate objects around me.
My body aches, creaks and twinges.
I feel an overwhelming desire to escape. But what from? And to where?
My mind races with a torrent of fragmentary thoughts.
I itch to be on with a million different projects.
The world is so slow, I wade through treacle.
Tension creases my forehead and pounds at my temples.
My stomach roils on the verge of indigestion.
My bowels clench threatening to humiliate me.
A bad taste lingers, mouth sour with too much saliva.
The jaw jangles at the junction with neck and ears.
Sounds are muffled, distant, ear canals clogged.
I am fettered, cleaved to a track.
I have no independence to veer left or right.
My choices are no choices at all.
Fate drags me relentlessly forward to my preordained terminus.
Forced to periods of stillness, time skittering by, wasted.
I want to grind my teeth, shout, scream and stretch.
I yearn to bite, kick and punch the inanimate objects around me.
My body aches, creaks and twinges.
I feel an overwhelming desire to escape. But what from? And to where?
My mind races with a torrent of fragmentary thoughts.
I itch to be on with a million different projects.
The world is so slow, I wade through treacle.
Tension creases my forehead and pounds at my temples.
My stomach roils on the verge of indigestion.
My bowels clench threatening to humiliate me.
A bad taste lingers, mouth sour with too much saliva.
The jaw jangles at the junction with neck and ears.
Sounds are muffled, distant, ear canals clogged.
I am fettered, cleaved to a track.
I have no independence to veer left or right.
My choices are no choices at all.
Fate drags me relentlessly forward to my preordained terminus.
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