I'm waiting for it
that blink of an eye that separates is from was.
I don't want to run away from it
I couldn't even if I did
give it a big hug
squeeze it tight
don't let go
not until it feels right
but it doesn't
not until it's too late.
I look
up
down
backwards
forwards
directions I've taken two steps in either one or the other, essentially standing still
unable to perceive the forces that bind me, I seek advice and company in those bound with me
I found deaf ears
blind eyes
lost souls
cold hearts
silver tongues
cats in heat
men in tears
wars waging
mothers mourning
rivers flowing
frost bitten winds blowing.
Its not to say their intentions weren't good or their resolution unjust but what occurred there that day left wounds that time forgot to heal.
Yet I live knowing
understanding
that we are all afflicted by what we afflict.
About the Creator
Steven Krous
I'm a small town (small state) writer, born and raised in Rhode Island. My goal is to share and gain wisdom through writing, ultimately teaching and being taught by the lost, broken and/or discouraged souls of the world, one word at a time.
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