Fear of Anticipation
Apprehensively extend unsteady fingers
confirm externalization of the beat I hear.
Heat waves tighten my lungs in hollow breaths
and quick sanded is the lock on my knees.
The moment approaches with inescapable aura
trapped on my own irrevocable stubbornness
my body ignored in the ambition to tame
this frightened drum that sounds the rhythm of life.
I focus on the increasingly distant instant
in which I look back at this nonsensical state
and laugh at my disproportionate frail disgrace.
Eyes travel to fruitful ground of conquest
that requires dominance over this, a test
which is the control of our spirits vehicle.
Copyright © Chris Yellow | Year Posted 2019
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