Egg shells, on edge, on the ledge
So many trains barreling through my mind
As the clock ticks on
Mine, is out of time.
Remedies flood my brain
Yet it can't seem to reframe
Lose what has been ingrained
To keep me from going insane.
Seeing clearly or fogging my view.
Everyday pictures paint it black now good as new.
Path of the fool.
False love or more than cruel.
Repressing rules.
Jam boards, bass tests, sing your heart out till there's no pain left.
Dance in the waves, temper the rage - the water becomes the steps.
Don't ask what's next.
Feel the fire burning, memories buried deep start their churning.
Take your time and breathe through the lessons you'll be learning.
More in discerning. So they won't keep returning.
~Ruby L.S.~
- Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 19th, 2024 00:49
- Comment from author about the poem: 07.2023.10
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Alan R, GenXer Shamrocker ☘️
Comments1
No rest for the weary. Superb work.
Thank you!
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