Life

Blossom first, then devoir.
Minutes come, then the hour.
Tick tock, don't be late.
Quickly rush, then hesitate.
Love at first, then the hate.
Running slowly, walking bait.
Walking backwards, now you're late.
Early bird, losing faith.
Up all night, sleeping sound.
Silent talking, never listens.
Feeling numb, painful dreams.
Waking dead, loudly screams
Eyes wide shut, always watched.
Devoir first, lastly blossom.

Reviews

[Crow]

I sense what seems to be a verbal expression of a chaotic existence life may offer.

I thoroughly enjoyed this piece.

[Raven Starhawk]

Life is a mystery at best. It has a mixture of everything and yet for some lacks something. We live as we want to care to and then there are those who force their beliefs and actions upon us. This was a marvelous write.