Foot lifted
Prepared to step
Heart flutter
Synapses stutter
Do I take that step?
Do I turn, go back?
Back to a lightless room
In a weather beaten shack
Mind wandering
A momentary eternity pondering
Pondering vagaries of a life…
Was there meaning?
Ever?
Or merely strife?
My foot aches to drop
To feel ground
Shift beneath it’s sole
My meandering life
Wishing to be made whole
A single second in eternity
The weight of years
Spent in pain, joy, love, spite
Till finally I face my fears
Behind me a voice
I can’t really hear
Threats? Entreaties?
Or just a tired leer?
My foot descends
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Comments (2)
Oh, I really like this, Andrew <3
Oooo, vagaries is a new word for me. Loved your poem!