Saturday, 1 February 2014

Perpetual Motion

In that moment when you thought
Your feet were firmly planted
She takes the ground
From under your feet
And you find yourself scrabbling
Running for terra firma
Clawing through vanishing earth
Filled with the fear
A dread
The unsettling knowledge
That if you could only reach the target
You would not be safe
Never as she promised
Because the goal post would move
With you
Caught in the endless cycle.

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