Winding Time

November 14, 2008
By Keonna Simon, Bethune, SC

I'm torn between the angel that's begging me to go right
And the demon that's urging me to flee left
My soul begins to boil because of the ambivalence of my instincts
There's confusion like vines all tangled up in my mind
I'm lost and I know it and I'm running out of decision-making time
No more excuses, no more lies, no more wondering and questioning, Why?
It's time to manifest fruit, but my tree has already died
Frantically, fanatically, hysterically, bewilderdly I run in circles looking for my easy way out
But there's no way out and the weight of my slack falls on my shoulders
Preparation's up,it's time to perform!


The author's comments:
This poem is about something I really can't explain. I wrote to try to convey some confusing feelings.

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