The Poetry Marathon

Thoughts

Like irrational numbers

Endlessly whining

Often never pause

To take a break

And cannot be broken

Like zero cannot be divided

The only hope is

Logic

What more is today

Walking to take in the afternoon

Stumbled upon a rock

Cut my knee wide open

Then pop

I fall asleep

I wake a bit weary

You’ve fainted they said

I look over my surroundings

Take a glass of water

The only thing out of place is me

So I hop up stagger to the street

Where my home be

Play a song on repeat

The last day of spring

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though; 

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake 

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep, 

And miles to go before I sleep.

It floats through the balcony doors

Makes the curtains dance

As light poors in

How long have we lived

A song we never

Sing

Finally just the verdict  I  needed

Badges are to be  accountable

Communities can  heal now

Guilty Guilty Guilty

And people sing, shout

Some angry  others  peace

For a better

Justice

Now

They’re talking

They’re all talking

And there’s not enough

Air

Now They’re looking at me

What do I do?

Should I say something?

They look away

Phew

Another conversation at a party avoided

Even a sense of rest

Seems terrifying

Everything all the time is too

Much

And I end up on

Eggshells

Before I make a wish

I try to think twice

The outcome

just might not be so nice

So I close my eyes tight

And hope I’ve got it right

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Fall on my head

The air is cooler

And I might be

Able to think again

Everyone and everything is back

After a year of being stuck

In the same spot

For what feels like forever

The storm has lifted