Cement-Tarry
Fearing a turn in the wrong direction
he stands still..
Frozen by his lack of confidence
he lost hope.
All directions
lead to failure.
All directions
are frightening.
Yet standing still
he is torn apart.
He wants to move
but defies himself.
Shamefully crying
he weeps alone.
Copyright © Nicholas Westerhausen | Year Posted 2009
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