Feels like I’m hurtling full pelt
down a tunnel into darkness.
Speed increasing,
as the walls
blur past me.
Pulling G's
my face contorted madly.
As I scream into the void,
the empty dark vastness around me.
My brakes squealing but
offering no traction
or resistance. I’m unable to slow
or steer the wheel
to where this path is leading.
I feel a slug of unease
crawling up my spine.
My skin marked
with goosebumps of fear
at this aching chasm of time
that I know is circling me.
I’m scared that I’m losing my identity,
my individually, my unique creativity,
and being replaced with a clone,
a mimic of who the world
thinks I should be.
In the darkness
I see signposts,
happiness
flies past too fast
to catch the turn.
I missed hope
a long time ago.
The destination I see repeatedly
rushing towards me is
alone.
Just a single pebble
on an island of stone.
But is that so bad? I think.
My own company,
my own space to sink.
Is it the worst thing?
to be able to link with my thoughts
And get myself back in sync.
And whilst I’m there
is it possible
that I’ll find I’m not the only heart
that beats in the air?
That maybe I’ve just been
in this darkness too long
and I never noticed
the other faces
that were sat here all along.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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