The dam at the corner of the eye
cracks, sobs accompanying the crumble.
Sorrow forces the final flow
birthing a new rolling river.
Moments pass pondering "why",
fate reminding us to be humble,
that time is simply borrowed
and there is no point to being bitter.
The water shimmers and dries
emotions still jumbled.
Walk not in inertia's shadow,
misfortune taking advantage to be your killer.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
