Some Days

A poem by Harlon Rivers

Some days I’m insignificant

The world just passes by

There were days when I was so definite,

Now they seem like a life time’s ancient disguise

 These days seem numb and irrelevant

This passing moment lost in time

When times are definitely indistinct 

A vivid mirror reflects a muted light

Some days all direction is a mystery

On others I hold the light

Enigmatic emotions breed

 Intangible solitude

There are days where lives feel vulnerable,

Fragile as the fulcrum shakes

While the past can hit like a hurricane

Slamming screen doors closed in your face

Accusations heard through whispers,

Seen out of the corner of crying eyes

Contrived dishonesty dramatic motion

That moment when vague expressions lie

These days it doesn’t matter much,

I just feel misplaced,  missing in action from life

Invisible to a world that’s passing by

Just chimera to the free

Some days we kneel at crossroads

Never knowing when this journey ends

Abandoned, frayed and left behind

In a moment left for dead…

© 2012 Harlon Rivers