Stretching Time
I wish I could stretch time,
balance it out,
place it back in perfect design,
trying to manipulate my rhyme,
Letting my creativity flow through my mind,
Yet my efforts vanish like smoke and that’s fine,
feeling like I’m god’s attempt
to achieve perfection, when expectations
hides behind my eyes,
You don’t see it, I know,
I’m just a distraction,
and I know my reaction goes unseen,
it’s how it always happens,
Left on scene,
Our connection ends in a fleeting second,
Left without a word, a lost attraction,
This misconception is my downfall,
Wrong direction if you will,
Everybody’s fool the first impression
others glean,
But trust I incorporate my scripts
still with ease,
Yeah rebeltease that’s me,
Still gentle waves of mercy I
release into the night,
It’s how my sanity speaks,
And where I find my peace,
Because the thought of me
is so brief across your mind,
In the shadows not even a secret,
How can you be so mean?
Thrust into the depths into a darkness
to be haunted,
Trying to hide from the wraith
of your gauntlet,
Leaving me trying to redeem myself,
How do I escape my life on repeat?
Because you leave me incomplete,
Awaiting that infinite moment
I cross your mind once again,
It’s where I begin my end….
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2023
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