Movement

Standard

These gates

Can’t hold

Too late

My hates

Are breaking

Waves are rolling

Over clearing obstacles

In rage of way

Waylaid

Not I

A clearing make

In wake

Of detestation

Things that reek

Of all unfairness

Foul the smell

Of imbalance

I seek a cleaner air

To breathe that what

Beneath me lies

In acts that can’t undo

Themselves the rancid rot

Of what was not

Intended but ensued

Just all the same

This history no mystery

Eschewed

I choose

To change

 

©K Barr

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s