Stuck

Stuck between

The want to do, and

The will to won’t.

Echoes bounce

In and out of shadows, and

Trace black lines across the dune.

Screams of rage

Bloom in the stillness, and

Color the room.

Time cracks

The cage is jammed, and

All that’s left is dripping sand.

 

Written By: Hollie Barringer, 2016

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