Feeling a fall,
this is my world
less confidence
more fear.
I’ve lost quite a lot
recent months have allowed
storms of discontent,
a certain mired horizon
seems my last resort.
In walking my life
cannot help imagine a fire,
the blaze surrounds my desires,
I am left to survive,
knowing I might rather not.
I knew a mystique
in contrast to my reality,
I fell in love with chance
only to discover those I love
might need put absence upon my life,
self-respect would die.
People were close
a distance seems so apparent
hard to imagine
a lovely sunrise,
a spectacular sunset.
I’m chasing the green light
a symbolic gesture
won’t be understood,
unless I swim toward the light,
to be
to be enveloped by the sea.
© Scott F Savage 6/2020
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