Humbled

Truth comes to everyone in the darkness

We rest our heads on pillows, often damp with tears

Flashes of past traumas play out in our mind

Buried memories of another time

Always there, always hidden

They know what lies in the soul

How to appear and when

A little reminder of scenes once forgot

Like the boogieman stood at the end of your cot

Every fear, every sadness, every lie once told

Comes nearer and nearer

As we grow old

The persona we adopted to help us through

Means nothing now to you or I

We pay in the end, for this passage called life

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©paul

 

 

 

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Since birth

Arrows were fired, high into a dull pewter sky

He spent his whole life, waiting for the one that drops.

Piercing his weary flesh

Killing him instantly

He walked with head down

Fearing the worst

Shivers skated their way down his stooped spine

At times he felt safe and danced his way

Big mistake.

Very quickly he realized “I least expect it, that’s when the bastard, will strike.”

Head down again

He shuffles along

Wishing nobody, coming his way would know him

Couldn’t raise his head in greeting

Petrified of having to stop

Engaging in small talk

No!

Shoulders hunched

He speeds up his

Walk.

©paul