Dubious.

by Poet on the Piano   Jul 30, 2014


I'm tired,
physically, emotionally, and spiritually
though I have a mattress atop bed springs
and wooden crosses protecting my room, my neck,
my heart.

I must live for today, close the door
on thoughts that lure and tempt.
I become too absentminded by the future,
wondering if I am crawling on railroad tracks
forty feet in the air, never being able to
calculate when front lights will perforate
the nebulous hour....
are there certain miles we walk that cause
our destination to be irretrievable?

Contemplating escape, justifying the ends
will never heal my spirit,
only seduce me into believing death
is a path we can choose if we are convinced
it is impossible for our purpose to fully develop.

I don't know where these words will lead me,
what river I'll find myself kneeling by,
what currents will be asking for my acquaintance,
but I must shatter the mirage that this
is as far as I can possibly go.

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Written 7/30/14 @ 11:49 AM

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  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    In life I think we all try to live "for today" but our thoughts always get scattered somehow. I really liked the honesty of the first stanza. You are tired and most people would try to fight through that instead of resting. The mattress and the crosses are a nice touch to add to the first line. We think thoughts that lure us to the negative or dark side. It's human. That's what happens. But I believe what you are saying here is that no matter what you cannot stop believing in your faith. You must stop and take one day at a time instead of looking toward the future. No matter where your river flows. Great write

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