Crisis

Crisis

Transition,

endless moments

in the sun,

turning over

fallen leaves;

assumption,

life in a

steady supply.

 

Wishing moments

of freedom and liberty,

a lackluster beginning,

trepidation,

walking through life

with head in

open hands.

 

And sandaled feet.

 

Burning bright momentum,

crisis;

letting down the house,

pushing through

closed doors,

in an unconscious

manipulation

of truth.

 

Turning a walk in the park,

to a run in the rain.

Reviews

[A]

This is great! I read it pretty fast, like it was supposed to be a fast read. I really like the last sentence,
"Turning a walk in the park,
to a run in the rain."
Great poem! :)