Spinning

I look toward
Then look away
The view does not change
Even with eyes closed

The past is known
The present hurts

The future…
An unasked question
With a silent answer

A choice
That is not a choice

Grey stained with black
Blue
Purple
Crowding the edges

Bruised ego
Cracked soul
Shattered heart

Trapped in a glut of inertia

Moving backward
Is pain
Once lived over
And over
Over

Moving forward
Terrifying
Empty
Spaces unfilled
Once occupied
By promise
Love
Dreams

Trapped
In the impossible
Paralyzed
By the reality

I cannot move
I am lost

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