My arms pumping, lungs heaving,
Feet pounding the ground,
Trying to escape my worries and
But I'm stuck in place, merely
Running in place, with nothing
but save for my tears.
My heart on overdrive,
Red hot blood coursing through
My veins. My body is preparing to
But like a stallion being restrained
By its reigns,
My attempts are in vain.
I falter repeatedly,
Like a broken vinyl whose
Soothing notes can no longer be
I've become one with this corrupt
I am the south end of the magnet,
Always being forced back to my
Point of origin.