Idle

Stuck still at home again
My will crumbles to idleness and fear
Potential just wastes away in my hands
A wormhole of my very own design

Faced with borders
My feet rooted
Planted in the quagmire
Of self doubt

Observing the clock
Passively thwarting the plans I'd made
To seek out catharsis
A life as
An emotional masochist paralysed
Often feels circular
Chasing my tail like a hapless pup
Thrust into darkness
Intentions
In perpetual dormancy upon my wall
Tomorrow it never comes



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Writer(s): Calum Pratt
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