I had this life
I have this life
to twist upon the fence that might
engage a notion over here,
ignite fiery responsive denial
Certain is the other side I fear
often stepping close,
wanting to understand before I leap
yet no one ever has,
even if psychobabble made one believe
and truth is always near.
I stood inside a closure,
imagined walls and rafters and afterward,
there were outlets of memory
stood in the way of the privacy
I was seeking, playing, contemplating
yet unaware how remarkably sick I am.
When faced with an ultimatum,
an obvious need to settle in finding change
what is it creates such a panic
is it age,
or that confidence
eludes our comfort level with rage.
© Scott F Savage 11/2020