Slow progression through this life
wading deep through treacle
every bit of progress
slower than a turtle
I make a little headway
and see the light ahead
as fast as I am going
glue sticks me where I tread
my optimism fading
as my spectrum clouds to grey
I'm stuck fast I can't get past
concrete inertia till my dying day
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Author:
johnofessex (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 15th, 2015 08:52
- Comment from author about the poem: Written about mental frustration, the feeling of non-progression
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Great piece. So relevant in today's society.
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