“Barely Moving.”

Sometimes, despite everything

We still have to keep moving.

Its how we keep ourselves alive, y’know?


Tired.
Barely moving.
A step carries a thousand pounds.
A door weighs a hundred tons.
All the worse, with a soul that weighs you down.

Hungry.
But I can’t eat.
The spoon won’t lift.
My arms won’t move.
I sit alone at a table meant for two.
Where are you?

Sad.
But I can’t cry.
I stare at an empty wall
With a bottle in my hand.
I hang from the ceiling.
My feet in the air.
Unable to land.

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Theomulus

Maybe if we pool our despair together, it won't seem so bad.

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