In the centre of a bridge
and at a loss
neither there but here
only half-way across
coming or going
how would I know
as yesterday is far away
and oh so long ago
I'm stuck in the middle
but it doesn't show
forwards backwards
or over the side
I would jump at half the chance
if I could only decide
Gone are days of eyeball contact
When we used to meet in person
A warm embrace and a handshake
Laughter and light conversation
Now our sanity is at stake
Inundated with messages
Good mornings and words of wisdom
Methinks people are now lazy
Having nothing better to do
I confess it drives me crazy
Blinking substitutes not thinking
Whilst expressing our heart’s emote
Or while playing a game of chess
Originality’s passe
So I guess we’ll make do with less
A poem back to front
It's never done
Because
Once you start
You never stop the fun
And stopping just to see
What you might do
You never know
What an author might tell you
So listen closely to
That which I say
Please think about the words
I speak each day
A poem back to front
going back forwards
step up to sit down
laughing with a frown
being lost to be found
outsmarting em by being dumb
wishing for wishes but never wishing one
playing the lottery for a retirement plan
spend all your life working for the man
smile while you cry
using the truth as a lie
wanting more but doing less
always hoping for the best
banging on the door to get outside
rolling on the floor trying to fly
throwing away the lottery ticket before you scratch
bury your money to grow quick cash
Hollow eyes; unknown origins.
Lost and lurking through moral sins.
Unsure masses try to follow.
Origins unknown; eyes hollow.
Pendulum; coming is going.
Which is time? Reaping or sowing?
Lulled eternally; gentle hum.
Going is coming; pendulum.
Enlightened. Storms fill horizons.
Nonsense, these surreal sirens.
Demons bask in shadows frightened,
horizons fill; storms enlightened.
Dark hearts, behold embers in coal.
Beating or fleeting? Time and toll
revel the spark. Yet, neither hark.
Coal in embers, behold hearts dark.
Forwards, backwards; backwards, forwards.
Time circles all death; like black birds.
Forevermore, living last words.
Forwards, backwards; backwards, forwards.
Courage to write
Starts inside
Trusting your cadence
Your pain your smile
Your anger your light
Your sense (s)
The gut that’s yours
Inside, moving,
Struggling through the blindness
To move forward
Towards your voice
True, trusting, honest
Start somewhere
Start here
Start now
propel forwards....
motivation external
helped in the creation of
drive internal
propel forwards....
push external
moved focus
internal
propel forwards....
focused internal drive
jump started running
start towards goal achievement
never before thought possible
propel forwards....
Man is not an island
Man is a drop of rain
We must land where we fall
We have no choice, no say
You cannot stop it
You cannot choose
Until you find your place
Until you find your path
Man is not an island
Man is a river
Swept along through a world of questions
Swept along to the final answer
You can only carve your path
You can only feel your way
We cannot slow
We cannot cease
Man is not an island
Man is the sea
I am surrounded, and lost
I cannot touch, but I can see
We can feel, we can know
We are changing, we are growing
You must learn
You must search
Man is not an island
Man is a wave
You are trapped in your course
You have set your path
Never moving backwards
Never looking forwards
Changing what you touch
Changing what you see
Changing
Changing
Changing
Man is not an island
Man is a drop of rain
We have done what we can
We have made our choices
I cannot turn back
I cannot stop
You are ending
You are falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
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