Trapped… #Poetry

 

 

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Trapped

Trapped under the ice

No one can hear you scream.

The sound you made, held

as if between two sheets of glass.

Melt waters carry it far away

To be heard as a distant echo

From a lost time.

A repeating pattern of cosmic design

Nothing is lost, nothing goes to waste

All held within the ticking arms of a clock.

We return, newly made to walk in the

same footsteps we made long ago.

Nothing escapes Earth’s gravity

It merely changes…

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