Stuck. Stagnant. Out Of Luck.

Stuck.

Stagnant.

Out of luck.

Be free, I can’t.

Gravity binds me,

The pull of a black hole

Leads me into the dark. I see

My secret hope, my whim, my goal

Slip out of my grasp, and I can’t reach.

And I stand still, the chasm I don’t breach

Fear tethers me, drains me like a leech

It wants to keep me from my role,

From being who I’m to be.

Will I ever feel whole?

Will I ever flee?

Out of luck.

Stagnant.

Stuck.