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May 2016
Stuck.
Something's happening,
Lips, bodies,minds - mobilizing
The backgrounds silence won't even give me a hint.
Whats going on, implicitly, in front of me?
Whats happening, explicitly, behind me?
Its just pretend that you're all enemies,
I call my paranoia vigilant, and i look close for danger.
I look and then retreat my powers,
I feel i must make a call,
I think i must judge a man.
I want to look into eyes and discern just what you are,
I want to bear witness to a deed and decide on how it makes me feel.
I'm paralyzed but i want to do things!
I feel i'm bad before i've even got a clue.
I think i'm all wrong, before i even know what's right.
I'm stuck.
Shane Alan Cawelti
Written by
Shane Alan Cawelti  Turlock, CA
(Turlock, CA)   
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