Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

Nothing you can do

I walked on a narrow path across the bridge, but my foot did not slip. I held on to the rails as the mad torrent gushes through the porous rocks, carrying everything with it down stream, house, land and all the delicacies of my dream, and there was nothing that I could do about it but watch the river flows as the mighty torrent grows, and spin the world around and robs it of the golden throne.

 There are somethings in life that’s a total sacrifice, there are somethings in life that have no price for when the jar of milk that you have been carrying falls of your head, and the milk falls to the earth and soak the ground and the babies start to scream and shout there is nothing you can do about it to get the milk out of the ground.

You take the elevator to the twentieth floor and all of a sudden, you heard a loud knocking on the door, the elevator is stucked in mid-air and you start to panic and fear, there is nothing that you can do about it until the elevator man comes and fix it.

I have cross the threshold of time looking at the stars moving in the sky, the moon were doing Its job but it makes the universe feel sad, it shines its light into dark places and antagonizes the human races, and when the sun peeps out of its hole, the intense heat scorches the human soul and there is nothing that you can do about it.

I have counted the number of days that I give the universe praise, I can’t stop the rain from falling or the sun from shining, and when the car is punctured in the middle of the road and snow is piled up around you there’s nothing you can do to get that break-through. It is the timing that does the trick whether or not you are fit, nature controls it all and there is nothing you can do when I reach for star.

There is nothing that you can do to stop the snow from falling and there is nothing that you can do to stop my heart from aching, there is a part of me that you cannot see that is weeping for thee, it is the part of me that wants you to succeed and it is the part of you that lives within me that always sings and there is nothing that you can do about it.

Open the box and take out the socks, it has been there for many years, for the deity had left it there; there was no special time to read it, but now is the time to reveal it and there is nothing you and I can do about it.
      
 Life is laden with profit and there is nothing that I can do about it. Come and see me and let me tell you all about it.

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