Delayed Reaction

Feel the grip as it slackens

every aspect of this world crumbling,

a reality not listened to,

never wished,

never believed,

only feeling like the festering

abandon beyond any

possibility to repair.

 

Have to wonder what fixing means,

when a wandering soul

hasn’t a ledge to find enough

freedom to jump.

Perhaps it might be a balance of

provocatives

to allow eyes to close,

to release the pain

holds fast to this freedom.

 

The weeks have gone by,

she glanced his way with a smile,

she might have compassion,

yet clearly today,

he has presented a

laughable agony,

no longer allowing her

to stand nearby,

without falling fast into a quiet

silence, reflecting upon his

own, self-designed misery.

 

Her smile continues now

as she walks away

out of his sightline,

her eyes close, a peaceful

removal.

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© Scott F Savage 2019