Poem #1660

Pulled Along

It’s so hard to find a moment’s peace,
Much less the opportunity for release,
There’s just too much going on these days,
Time seems to pass by in a thick haze,
How did things become so hectic and fast?
What happened to the slow and steady of the past?
The times I’ve tried to take a small pause,
I’m snatched onward in unforgiving jaws,
I don’t comprehend the urgency behind it all,
I’m pulled along with it feeling like a ragdoll,
Gone are the days where I could control my path,
Is there an end to this stress-filled bloodbath?

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