I've always wondered as I got older why we sit on the sideline. While some are better than others Loved more. Memories have to last a lifetime, never showing my true feelings as life continues. Here comes the sadness of life's time coming to an end. I'm lost as it's tearing apart inside,e, wondering why what happened, ed, why my sister and I, what makes us so different. Yet we stand close enough to hear him breathing, touch him as if it is our last time talking to him. Does he feel us there, Or are we bound to the sideline of life?
Categories:
sideline, betrayal, father daughter,
Form: Free verse
Who am I now this lonely man bent to the point of break, wishing to share his soul yet existing in hallow void of loneliness and dark realization none are found who would receive it.
Set aside for the busier matters of others lives I struggle in my search for that peaceful joy I once knew in the refuge of loving arms and shared dreams of purpose,,,,,,, now I exist in bleak solitude with full understanding my assigned place is on the sidelines of life- serving the needs and desires of others
Categories:
sideline, loneliness,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
why do we fuss as we die
where a germ started from
the job of the president was to stop it
from getting here
spreading out and killing us
does a president after a rocket attack
sit on the sideline
watching its markings close up and
pointing out that the rocket came from
a lab or factory in an unfriendly country
as we are laid out
Categories:
sideline, corruption, death, leadership, memorial
Form: Blank verse
what
are we all
doing here
on the sideline
damaged
needing repair
in a lineup
getting processed
waiting for a tuneup
our turn thru the puppy mill
longing to rush back
pick up the pace
speed spinning
our hamster wheel
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
posted on October 3, 2019
Categories:
sideline, health, introspection, life, sick,
Form: Free verse