SHIVER IN MY SPINE
my disposition states my position
a hulled pain, stacked over the years
but here I am, fighting back a millennial tears
like a garbage, I am stuck
everything else is far, even luck
loneliness comes in wave
howbeit, I am and never a slave
even when I gather my thoughts in a conclave
no victor no vanquish
this is all outlandish, I languish
looking about, I am selective
lost in my own self-destruct perspective
I’m slow but everything else around me is active
tell me I am in this alone
it has deserted me, my cortisone and colon
no motion but it is a race
a terrible fall from my grace
hundred partitioned spaces like a maze
opposed by the one thing I dread
it is over, my head is never clear
with a shiver in my spine, I let it out
a thunderous cry lodged in my chest
this is not a test, my soul is yet to rest
it is either now or never
sooner, life will pull the lever
@talk2leigh
(X & insta)
6:49am
26 Aug 2026
This feels like the voice of someone who has been fighting an internal battle for so long that even standing still feels like a race. The contrast between “no motion but it is a race” and the constant movement happening around the speaker really captures that feeling of being trapped while the world keeps moving. And that thunderous cry “lodged in my chest” feels like everything that has been suppressed finally demanding to be released. Very raw, heavy, and deeply introspective piece. 🖤🔥
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