Paralyzing
Standing in an open field, the crop is
ready but nothing's growing..
Losing feeling but the heart moaning..
It's paralyzing..
The sun shining bright but it's dark..
Awaiting the world to collapse, I'm
ready to fight..
No one's coming
It's paralyzing..
It's been raining for years, still the
world is dry..
Where is the might in a heart ready to
die?..
Wading through water burning
It's paralyzing ..
Deep beneath the sea, I'm still
breathing..
Searching for my feelings, I no longer
feel things..
My heart is yearning
It's paralyzing..
Working and living, a life we're
building..
Alive yet asleep, fearing death already
dead..
The world no longer turning
Paralyzed..
It's paralyzing..
John Lee
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Author:
John Lee (
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Comments1
John,
My only tiny objection is the following bit:
"Searching for my feelings, I no longer
feel things.."
I would have preferred a different word to replace "feel".
The rest,along with the sketch you chose, can almost be 'paralyzing'!!😓😓
Thank you.. i can see what your talking about.. it sounded better in my head than the way it reads..
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