Bound to be
A being bound
Bindings are:
Across shadows held down
Struggling against sunlight
Tied to the nascent form
Not bound to be anything
Yet still bound
To a monolith
It rolls and rolls
Dragging my limp form
Across jagged stones
Cries and agony
Until a strand
Slit and splits
No longer bound
Merely bound to
Be insignificant.
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The role of slit and splits is too harshly used. By the way, harsh is a compliment here. I could literally feel the situation. At first, I was lost but soon I grasped it and it was scary. Good, write-up.
This was my favorite stanza.
Enjoyed this poem. I would describe it as an embodiment of the word "malaise". You can just feel the gray, stagnant tension of mediocrity.