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…
1 comment:
yep.. some days we do feel insignificant but we are not.. think of a bubble in the dish pan.. if that bubble bursts all the other bubbles have to adjust to that loss.. no one is really insignificant..
olla
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