I step into the cage like I’m just trying to fit in with all the creatures getting caught in little traps that break the skin but when I try to open up and break the chains binding my lungs I’m left in silent, fearful breathlessness, it’s shutting down my tongue before I get a stream of expletives to crash into your ears I think again of run-on sentences I’ve thought over the years thought thought thought over the years over the years over the years-

I think again of run-on sentences I’ve thought over the years.

Running on…

Running on, running on and on and on

Run on sentences that scream when nothing’s wrong, no nothing’s wrong

My run on sentences run on, running on, running on…

Across my mind and out my throat they’re running on and running on.

The expiration of a link in an important correspondence that could lead to diagnosis and then treatment for despondency I’ve felt for many years never made sense to a mind racing with anxiety and fear of what I need to find the energy to see the links appear and to respond with timeliness before the email breaks the chain that leads away from this depression over thoughts that keep appearing running on inside my head my run-on sentences appearing like a gun inside my head, breaking the rhythm I’ve been working to keep going from within to keep on going and going and going and going and-

To break the rhythm I’ve been working to keep going from within

Running on…

Running on, running on and on and on

Run on sentences that scream when it’s all wrong, yeah it’s all wrong

My run on sentences run on, running on, running on…

Across my chest and in my ears they’re running on and running on.

I tried imagining a world of possibilities remade but found another obstacle in brittle words I’ve never said to all the bullshit clouding memories of times that I’ve forgot that probably once brought me some closure or contentment to the thought of what could be and what it means to feel a peace when I’m distraught over the stupid expiration date on links I’ve never caught in time to make the final leap towards the appointments I would keep if given solid opportunity to sow and finally reap from a fresh field of fickle fucks that I’ve not seen in many weeks since my relationships betrayed my sense of creativity it’s getting darker everyday both in the world and in my head because these run-on sentences never approach a fitting end or something like a fitting end to my depressing little theme but maybe soon these run-on sentences can find a cleaner page not filled with scribbles of depression and anxiety instead-

Maybe these run-on sentences can find a cleaner page within…