Things As They Are
In your fallen forgotten days.
What you see is not quite the way they appear.
Try to understand no one is really here.
So it came true.
Things repeat
what you sense
is not quite.
Get back to things as they are.
Get to missing them before
they are gone.
See to nothing.
Become everything.
You are always wrong.
In how you behave.
Belief is a structure
alway changing
you are structure
to what bounds
you to these things
as they are.
Close this book.
It is done.
What you want
is not spurned.
You have it on your
to do list, giving me
flack, for what
will never dawn upon
anyone. That people mattered
at all. They matter as we all
fall.
Content in the present, course.
©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.
Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem
[ Control Panel ] [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ] [ Search ]
|
|