Road WearyA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
seconds
march slowly in peculiar fashion and i am minutes to
hours behind a schedule i have never
adhered to in life
lagging is my sagging
attitude the agony of pulled
muscles running from the past i have slowed down to a
crawl the drum beats a
condensed dream into submission
i am the face of the
clock on the wall of wishes if only time could
reverse like the miles on an odometer...
but this vehicle has no
backwards tread only a dread of future
streets
and the hands of time that hold me hard to
this earth jogging in a place in my quicksand mind.
erin-cilberto 7/20/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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15 Reviews Added on July 21, 2016 Last Updated on July 21, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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