Peripheral Feelings
Caught up in life, in our peripheral we
Doors we enter, but do we actually see
Or does life's light, simply blind
A trait of us, human kind
These windows that attract
That can lure us eventually through
Is this luring on our radar
When feelings turn the screw
It's over a period of time
About bridges destroyed and rebuilt
Like the ebb and flow of the tides
To free us from life's silt
But it's these journeys of life that cut
When dialogue proved to be woven
Until we enter these doors of life
We'll never know our peripherals proven
Honesty of character, shows a halo touch
This other trait of human kind, I don't like so much
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2013
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