SoTPoetry - an unseen swamp

socks of lead

Through an unseen swamp I tread.
With feet wrapped in socks of lead.
Sluggishly walk while tripping on roots.
With socks stuck in mucky boots.

Booted and stuck.
Rooted in muck.
Treading through an unseen swamp.

Booted and stuck.
Rooted in muck.
Tripping on roots while I walk.

Slowly I pull…stuck.
Slowly I pull…muck.
Slowly.

Sluggishly I lift…no feet?
Sluggishly I lift…concrete.
Sluggishly.

Unseen swamp, I tread on through.
Socks of lead, feet wrapped too tight.
Tripping on roots, sluggish I walk.
Mucky boots, stuck to my feet.

Sluggish…filled with concrete.
Sluggish…are those my feet?
Sluggish.

An unseen swamp, I can’t get out.
Feet stuck on roots, I can’t call out.

Slowly…I’m stuck.
Slowly…I sink.
Slowly.

This unseen swamp…

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What is the poem about?

Sadly, how my feet and lower legs feel most days. They drag and suck as though stuck in this unseen swamp with muck and twisting roots.

All I want? To get through the swamp and feel my feet free again…yet, I know I can’t get out of this swamp.

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