Avalanche

Where are the things I put away?
Those things that kept me
Moving forward
Instead of slowly sinking...

Every day they're asking
Questions not worth answering
Of she and I belonging;
The moon does not exist
Without the sun shining
My pain is cresting
To a point not worth showing...

I keep on planning
Without executing
Where are the things I put away
That moved me
To be me?

Every day I'm slipping
Further behind things
I need to survive these
Increasingly
Oppressive conditions
Upon me;
Consequences mounting
If I move a pebble
Will the mountain slip away?
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