It’s Time

Pacing along the riverfront
Perhaps I waste my time
Thoughts are elsewhere I suspect
Can’t fight she’s on my mind

Water shimmers shades of green
Wishing tints it blue
Finally feel like I can breathe
Flower scent in bloom

Idle in my tragic scene
The past not disappearing
Want so much, but can’t believe
Found my home for healing

Made a promise this afternnon
Sweat off my brow ink-smeared
Will never hold back, reveal what’s true
It’s time to face my fears

This entry was posted on July 24, 2009 at 9:14 pm and is filed under education, Poetry, writing with tags adam dustus, apprehension, fear, love, poet, time. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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