NumbersA Poem by Inked Superman
Only took four days this year for a change,
Now every thing in my world feels strange. Was ready for things to look up one way, Instead was sent to my knees to pray. Thought I had my self in a for sure spot, Now I seem to be questioning a lot. Day one I thought my mind had been clear, I thought I no longer had a certain fear. Then came day four and my world would fall, Everything changed with that one phone call. It changed all my thoughts and slumbers, Making me look past words to the numbers. How many things are doomed to fail, Almost everything does numbers tell. I thought there was going to be plenty of time, Then day four stopped that thought on a dime. Spent so much these past five days to myself, Finding my heart up over on that top shelf. It took that one event to make me wake, To see that the right time is nothing but fake. It has now seemed to open up my eyes, Look inside myself at all my own lies. Now it seems like I see everything in danger, Look in the mirror to see only a stranger. This woke me up to know one thing for sure, I need to start being 100% upfront and sure. Told myself and her there was nothing there, Knowing that I knew there was a deep care. Now with the ninety-six hours to think, My heart and mind have created one single link. Now to plant the one seed and watch it grow, Not knowing which type of bloom will grow. One, two, three I see where numbers now were, How I can count all of them and come to her. © 2019 Inked Superman |
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Added on January 12, 2019 Last Updated on January 12, 2019 AuthorInked SupermanNacogdoches, TXAboutI'm just your basic country boy from the backwoods of East Texas. Ink is how I tell my story whether it's on paper or on my skin. I know I'm not the best writer or anything, or even if they are good. .. more..Writing
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