untitled journey
there is a noise
that is becoming louder
drowning out the consciousness
i once held
about life
and what it was
i feel like i am
beginning to remember
. . . me !
it started as a friendly whisper
dancing in my
thought to be
imagination
a once firm foundation
of the summation
of who i thought i was
yes, i am beginning to remember
there is a distant childhood feeling
that stands at my side
i am the shadow of it’s glow
and i know
for certain
i am so much more
i was before
were not you . . . too ?
and the noise has my attention
not to mention
my passion
to understand
what is being spoken
to me
to you perhaps
to man
the plans i made for my life
never did work out right
most times
if it seemed as such
it came with a rife of strife
from my self,
to my children
to my wife
and parents too
and the me in you
if i could but touch me
will the real ‘me’ please stand up
i have a cup with a hole in it
and a broken handle
so sometimes
i can not handle it
but i do endure
for sure
for here i am
and this is my
untitled journey
© 11 November 2012 : william s. peters, sr.
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