Water (maybe life) Break

By
pushed…
shoved…
Unrelenting force upon your chest…
your back…
balancing on the Tip of your Toes
wishing not to proceed
yet…
Falling Forward
searching for the Pit Stop
(none found)
life with eagerness, advancement, sprints…
but where…
is the pause key?
to let a breather slip inside the
hectic
painful
sticky
situations
of soot?
Days of Dread come
without your
invitation, welcome, or permission…
Try to cling to the happy (wanting it to last)…
it will…
not.
Attempt to dodge knives of
hate, abuse, violence, rage…
but know…
they’ll still cut you up
without any authorization
from
You.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback