Worn flowers hanging on by a thread warmed by a peeked sunlight, stuck yet frozen in one place like life can be
may be too much of a good thing is too much but never enough when will it be?
will it to happen en mass in fortitude and in shining, hopeless action not yet taken but planned with an intricate beauty
so well timed, laid out, charted course that you will swear a former you came up with it in a former life
and this is where the next path begins where the other ends
perhaps with love, sorrow, regret, tears splashing across the windshield on a rainy night drive to nowhere
listening to the same music that never gets old, going to the same cheap room, buying beer from the same store in the same town, and trying to find the same love from the same type of woman.
there's an inevitable pattern that life takes on after awhile, a merry go round that goes round and round with no way off, from the mundane to the exciting, it knows how to hurt you in all the right places without even trying. but there's a familiar comfort in it all knowing what's just around the corner, what's in the fridge, who's in the apartment down the hall, and the neighbors barking dog waiting for you when you get home. It gives you a leg up, lets you know what's ahead so you don't have to struggle quite as much.
Peace of mind means everything and when it comes time for the eternal harbinger to cast its light down upon you, sit soft, rest easy and don't forget to smile.
Justin Edse lives in Columbus, OH, with his cat Stella where he is a programmer by day, and a poet by night. He loves writing poetry that highlights the voices of people seldom heard from; the everyday working stiffs, the down and out, the lonely and looking. He hopes to reach out and let them know that they aren’t alone with their thoughts in this sometimes-crazy world. In his spare time, Justin enjoys shooting guns, antique hunting, hitchhiking, and collecting typewriters. He has six of them now and has no plans on slowing down. Next up on his list, the IBM Selectric.
