Everyone Knows, It Shows
Not trying to hurt the readers
Or become a poetic verbal ling beater
I’ll fade out of the last
These ends creep quietly past
It starts in fear
I’ll give it
Another year
Then gather all that was said
And put regret back
Into my head
Sorting what can never rest
A memory lap
Infests
Something
Someone
Disturbed
Now bouncing in my head
Unconcern
Though
Listening
To every word
I keep the ball rolling
Instead
Deeper thoughts
Off patrolling
A walk
Thanks to the lithium
Shake and roll
Answers on a limb
Insights possibility
On the rims
My confidence confined
Then on the cursing slide
A problem to think
May drive me to another
Mind spilling awful stink
Everyone can play strange
On their own memory lanes
Some houses out of view
For what they stand up to
Front yard trenches
Made of old work benches
An old oak tree
Breathing bothers me
Hard work upsets to need
Too busy convincing you
Copyright © Alan Blenkhorn | Year Posted 2013
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