A Place To Stand

A Place To Stand

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His eyes are cloudy

His mind a fog,

The darkness, shrouds he

This blimey cog.

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His feet are planted 

in shifting mud

And all around him

Teeth, and blood

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The first step hurts 

His feet, he laid

On top of teeth

Which poked and stayed

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He did not move;

The price he paid,

For on in front

It feels like blades.

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He asks himself 

What most avoid.

Most simply put:

To fill the void

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"Why would one 

Move from his stoop?

For this is life

And life is truth!"

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The walls and trenches

Built from mud, 

Protecting from

Encroaching blood.

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And no one knows,

the pain he feels

When darkness comes:

Great Fear appeals 

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If he could only reach beyond 

And rest his mind

on shores of green

Where mountains stand

And in between,

The dandelions,

Warmed by sun,

Dance around 

A lily pond.

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You call to me

Oh! Vast expanse!

Of wilderness

That God himself

Has painted there

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Just so I can sit and stare

At his great plan;

A masterpiece,

I understand

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The beauty here 

Gives us hope

Of his plan; clear

And smooth, the slope.

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We can be,

Here in this land;

A gift from God,

A place to stand.

Author's Note

10-2021 Aidan Singletary

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Each half balances the other, could be an image of existential stasis. Thanks for sharing.

[Aidan Singletary]

Thank you for the review Frederick!