the sound of shuffling feetA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertothe
sound of shuffling feet friends
racing towards the finish line and
here I sit
sternly writing
poems waiting
for the gun to go off so I
can start my race and
face the
lapping they are composing to the
song for
which my lyrics suffer in comparison the
emotions are deeper than
some chamber on a
pistol the
crack of the bullet the
doctors mull referee make
house calls and
call houses with news meanwhile
the marathon is cut
short for some shorter
for others and I
am still at my desk at the
starting line fingers
triggering the keys caressing
them for some sign of life age is
relative so, I
have heard maybe
too, the sound of shots my
race begun or a
fatal wound the
bleeding is through my eyes. erin-cilberto 2/13/24 © 2024 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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14 Reviews Added on February 19, 2024 Last Updated on February 19, 2024 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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