11/21/2009

Last night i was laying in bed and i just thought about a poem to write…

And i wrote it. 🙂

I’m sorry about my abscence from OD…but life has been way too complicated

and painful…for me to write about. Soon though… 🙂

Slowly Flows the River of Life

Tediously I pace through the forest,
Being controlled like a puppet of sorts,
Everyone else seems so unaware,
Either ignoring it all or too far gone to care.

My legs stiffen as I near the edge,
The pool of life quietly beckons to me,
Whispering so low, I don’t know if I should go,
The wind caresses my ankles saying don’t disrupt the flow.

Defiantly I stand my ground, implanting my toes in the mud,
Watching thousands of souls partake in their journey,
So monotonous and redundant, why don’t they leave?
I desperately search the crowd for someone like me.

When all I get back are blank stares and faces,
I look to where they’re headed with such determination,
Seeing a slow moving river, I wonder how they can stand,
A never-ending question of what lies around the bend.

I silently observe as they all pursue the truth,
Never once questioning where they are going, or why,
Instead of jumping right in with them, I stand alone,
And then I run beside the bank, wondering if i’m wrong…

-Kara-