A thick foam barrier blocks us all,
from a scene of,
illusioned perfect
something we all strive for.
But few achieve.
I want it,
I need it,
I can taste it,
feel it.
I stick a hand in,
a foot.
***** like quicksand.
But I try
"It's so close"
"Just a step away."
Hear happy, twinkling voices
on the up side.
But
too afraid
to put my head in first.
Too afraid
I will not be able
to breathe.
So close to the border,
we all live.
But not quite in.
No--I will not be passive, content with such a life!
So I take a breath,
and dive in.
Headfirst.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
A thick foam barrier blocks us all,
from a scene of,
illusioned perfect
something we all strive for.
But few achieve.
I want it,
I need it,
I can taste it,
feel it.
I stick a hand in,
a foot.
***** like quicksand.
But I try
"It's so close"
"Just a step away."
Hear happy, twinkling voices
on the up side.
But
too afraid
to put my head in first.
Too afraid
I will not be able
to breathe.
So close to the border,
we all live.
But not quite in.
No--I will not be passive, content with such a life!
So I take a breath,
and dive in.
Headfirst.
Thoughts occur in my heads, that turn themselves into poems.
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