The time was never right
A short poem about chances
By Jeffrey A. Sapp Published 4 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Nadine Shaabana on Unsplash
Each moment like an endless slice of time
Each step caused the voice inside
To tell me what I shouldn't say
But still, my hand would shake.
Her approach was like a sacred flame
That lights a path to my soul again
Sweat and shivers run down my spine
The time seemed never right
Now with eyes locked onto mine
A gaze of soothing, lovers fire
With hands now calm and breath secure
The gorgeous form of her
My mind wanted me to walk away
or pass her by, in transparency
But my heart had held me still
relying on my will
Words came slow and struggled and begged
To be what needed to keep her here
With me until the end of time
Or never know if it was right
About the Creator
Jeffrey A. Sapp
There are various genres that include short fiction, poetry, and philosophy, that I enjoy writing about. There are some controversial as well as moving topics I hope to invite you to explore.




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