laws to you

what’s stopped you now
caught up in conversations
tied down to red anchors
bringing you to cold depths
can’t hear you complaining

everything ricochets off
an immovable object
without the blunt force
or raw speed built up
to break you apart

not too hard to understand
wrap up conundrums quickly
pushing back the pain
hardly unnoticeable
with the tiring feint

there is no hope here
binding this mess together
like brittle torch welds
left in the snow and rain
only to come apart again

a statuette of solitude
casting silhouettes of
sympathetic shadows
on a stained script sheet
of simple forgotten soliloquies


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