Crystallized Moments: Poetry

The labyrinth
of the mind
creates a
hellbound heart,
locked in torment
The heart seeks
escape from
these daily
pains made
by time
Scars throb
at each reminder
of their creation
And the breath
is stifled by
long departed
In this way,
we damn ourselves
Then we repeat
patterns instead
of learning;
we flee fast
instead of
How harsh
the lesson
to realize
you've been
running for years
while standing
in the same place.

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