after i was lost in space
i have been imprisoned
inside this inescapable orbit.
it is not metal nor earth.
whenever i touch it
i feel a sudden feeble.
it's tiring to be in this place all over again.
not moving.
nor not in a state of change.
get rid of this orbit,
i dream of someday.
until i saw a fellow planet,
that walks with its orbit.
she plays and jumps. with twists and turns
of her orbit
gracefully.
i tried the same.
practiced for countless times.
played with my orbit, with swings and glides.
i will never get rid of the embracement of this.
as part of me
would set me free.
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
