Mark Russell Poet Quatrain

Around the Next Bend

I pick myself up and start once again,
I seem to find comfort in words from a friend.
Sometimes I feel like this all may just end,
There is always something around the next bend.


The clock on the wall reminds me time is real.
There just isn’t enough, that’s how I feel.
My eyes opened up and that’s a pretty big deal.
I may beg and borrow but I never shall steal.

I walk through the door, I wanted something more.
What this encompasses I’m really not sure.
When I’m alone and don’t think I can endure,
I know what’s in my heart, of this I am sure.

I look up to the sky, it is clear and so blue.
I take the next step but don’t know what to do.
I know I’m a dreamer yet I know what is true.
That the course that you take is all up to you.

I think to myself I may be coming around,
I feel so much, but I don’t know where I’m bound.
Suddenly from nowhere I just hear a sound,
My head’s in the clouds but my feet hit the ground.

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