I want to write a poem
But I don't know where to start,
My mind is slowly slowing;
Too much traffic from my heart
The roads are full and busy
People getting in my way,
Each motor holds a story
Each one has too much to say
Those traffic lights and stop signs
Are just getting on my nerves,
All I see are splattered flies
That my windscreen has reserved
A dice with death, no regrets
It's all sounding so absurd
Here I am, my fate is met
Yet still standing on this earth
I'm not alone though I groan
I am not alone, but all
Loneliness is subsequent
To an inner deeper fall
I fall and fall, fall again;
Do you start to get the gist?
Made the same mistakes again
Swerving quick, I nearly missed
The road I'm meant to pass through
It's the road I'm meant to choose,
The road that holds the 'good views'
It's the road I need to use
My brakes slam on, I am strong
Yes, I'm stronger than I think.
Traffic jams I don't belong;
Jump to ship or else I'll sink!
You can be lost but still be seen by those who love you. How long can one run from themselves is the question I keep asking myself.
© 5th June 2016, Karen L Hamilton