Undeveloped
I've learned when you ponder, it disappears
the ruminations and consequence
it is like the question fails to exist
dust in the wind, fog in our mist
the editing, spliced, on the dark room floor
contorted images, a mask of horror
I would have settled once, but now I need more
it stays undeveloped, locked in a drawer
I tried to run, but could never hide
as all I feel explodes from inside
you see it all and let it slide
a few little lies and a compromise
my spirit leaves as the battle rages
you've read the book, studied the pages
a twelve step program, designed in stages
the truth always wins, and has for ages
Copyright ©
Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
