Stomping Around
Heavy footprints conduct sound,
Inducing anxious looks left and right.
Attempts to pinpoint the birthplace,
Only encourage lingering discouragement.
Where?
Where?
Tormenting the still untroubled air,
The stomps only leave a temporary sand footprint.
Never to be deciphered,
Only appearing to disappear.
Where?
Where?
Echoing closer as hearts thump,
Nerves fail to reach a breathable paradise.
The stomps cease to fade,
As your mind fails to realize the menace stomping around is within.
Copyright © Keely Breen | Year Posted 2017
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