A shortage of sunshine, a slipped shoe
Aside the road from which I know, I bend my work to the labor
Obliviousness is a passing facade, I apply my profession, replacing the worn and wearied
Working the weakness away from the body
Dancing imagery shines on the metal
Smiles and laughs, squinted eyes and sudden leakage
A forgotten day, not forgotten but missed!
A shortage of time, a lost and wished nostalgic memory
A wrathful scream sounds throughout, the evening demanding its due
Moving faster as villainous time calls, the shoe fades away
I mount quickly, air pressing my lungs, lips dry and mouth a desert
Streaming against the wind, the sleeves of my shirt billow and puff with unimagined hurry
Broken timbers lag behind, slashing the night’s sound with unrepentant woe
The world collapses, focusing on this single moment in this singular place
Faster I scream, haranguing an old friend who’s always carried faithfully
I cannot allow this monster to find me, cannot allow it’s breath on my shoulder
Darkness envelops the path ahead, leaving nothing but a narrow channel without
Driving moments hesitation away, we, the two, dive into the plight, courage gone and fear everlasting as the pendulum completes its swing
As the last of the light fades, tranquility arrives without an invite
That was my plight, there was my fight, in this, my last stand, I’ll stand bright.
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I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.
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