though unprepared
right there it was....
the truth caught
in between
no cause
or claws
or time for pause
no longer
make believe
with no applause
to hasten me
unfolding pieces
still unseen
from deep
within
the crevices
unleashed
details
where
(the devil is)
seeking peace
and promises
upon a path
where questions live
of trial and error
when real life snatched
reflections mirror
and found
me trapped
and left undone
laid opened bare
the spell was SpUn
out of thin air
a neutral mode
beyond compare
imaginations
overload
living the lies we once were told
no cross to bear
once young is old
no time to spare
the sands run out
replaced the care
replaced with doubt
truth
in the way
i walked away
forgetting
what i meant to say
what's lost
is found
but
at least for now
chaos
abounds
and calls my name
the moments froze
encased my space
from head to toe
leaving me stuck
with no way out
a stick in the mud
a flapping trout
so....
what comes next???
nobody knows
cause and effects
in
overload
i sit and wait
for fate to choose
if love or hate
fills old tattoos
just keep in mind
when
choices are
made
you've drawn the line
your cards are played
prepare yourself
for life's parade
for your next move
has been delayed
at least for now
there's naught to prove
you're stuck on pause
until time moves
when, what and how
within these walls
are left to chaos
where progress crawls
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Very cool poem. And I love the cover photo you used! ⚡💙 Bill⚡
Patience abounds in what we all have to do whatever it happens to be, and that is my take on what this poem means to me. Good job.