Shivering, in the middle of my life
night skies swirl over me, menacingly,
uninhibited by my judgments.
In the distance my future
mixes with promises of adventures
I cannot endure.
Indifferent to my morally troubled past,
there is no way back, no way forward,
stuck on a road full of pot holes.
I lean back and scream,
my screams come back to me
with murmurs of cosmic scorn.
My soul’s destiny: up for sale,
predicting I have finished worrying
about this life’s woes.
Here I will stay, listening intently
for what my eyes cannot see,
for the sweet sounds of poetry.
The fabulous photo by Fr Brinks Photographyhttps://www.facebook.com/FrBrinksPhotography?fref=pb