Space Suit

Trapped in my space suit Tied down to the launching pad Terrorized by the rocket Paralyzed to the surface The cold surface of my skin Basks in the judgmental sun Strapped in my race boot A dyed gown around my chest A hard place and a rock, it Seems I stand in perturbance Fervidness of my kin Tasks my legs to jump the gun My chest strains as my legs race My heart aches at my minds race "When I win I'll pen the pin" But I'd only lose to win a when Internal torment. Eternal Dormant. In turn I'll forfeit to eternal internal scornment