Posted by: Ron DuBour | November 3, 2014

Daily missive for Monday the 3rd of November.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Monday the 3rd of November.

Haunting the surroundings,
Slipping through walls,
Inhabiting the air,
Creating a silence
So loud, it bursts
Through the drone
Of background noise.
It tickles eardrums with
A wash of mumbled words,
Drifting in slumber,
Waiting to tumble
Out of thought and
Into a mind.
Teetering on the brink
Of knowing.
Wondering if one day,
The truth we fear,
The one that means
Our meaning is clear
And it amounts to nothing

But the next breath.
One day closer
Until a stalking death
Comes to claim us.
And even then,
Just as thought
Gives birth to regret,
We gather ourselves,
In relation to the world
And each other,
Make ready,
With a smile
Of self determination.
And even when
The work place,
Hurts, like the bleakest
Coal face,
Out from the blind,
We hide behind,
We grow to know,
What will become us
In the end.
And though it is
Hard, keeping pace,
We will,
Until the day we know,
It is time.

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