Held back by endless unkind words.
Trust betrayed in a foray of continual motion.
Bound by shackles from a time before we knew.
Gnashing of endless wailing, settling into a dull penetration.
Loneliness from quitting the battles that grows with fight.
Why not is it given?
Instead, fraught with want.
What is yet desired beyond love?
Lacking in spirit with separate thought.
To move the wheel the other way one must have the force of momentum.
With yet a single touch the world moves.