The walls are closing in.
Every strangled breath hangs in the air.
My heart threatens to escape my broken ribs;
If it’s incessant beating is any hint.
I’m suddenly reminded of when I wasn’t alone.
When the broken part of me was whole.
What an ironic time,
To be brought back to the past.
When my future is holding me back.
Is fear the reason that I haven’t moved on?
It’s an addictive rhythm to a frightening song.
When the tune is stuck in my head,
My foot can’t help but tap with it.
Is this where it ends?
When we can no longer venture forth?
With so much time but no aspiration.
I question myself with exasperation.
Why won’t I move?
Why can’t I make myself believe?
I’m stuck in this place that I can barely breath.
And for some reason, I’ve just let that be.
I’m wasting away.
My bones crumbling to dust,
And the worst part is,
I destined myself to this.
‘Nothing’ is my temptation,
And this is the story of my procrastination.