I said to myself I need to move.
My soul said to me "just wait for days and it will be."
Be different as what your eyes see,
looking back to the past or it must be ready?
I said I need to move melancholic groove
my feet grow tired I need to steady.
Hoping and coping “my dreams aren’t ready.”
My eyes blinks for a second and can hear you already?
"Where have you been?”
“I walk miles away”, is this seat taken?
Stop asking I know you’re bragging.
You love to take pictures but where is the glory?
The beauty in those boxes will soon be just a history,
pique prick you made fun of something you’re a poison ivy,
I thought you just like privy but I notice you like simple bragging of your ivory.
Am I running out of pen and paper in my mind?
All the thoughts that I have, was lost in a grind?
To fight an argument is a slaughter for you,
it’s like aiming a gun to someone and then hit yourself.
I said to myself I need to move,
but how am I so blinded by love I can’t be moved?
Be patient as serpent equable as a dove,
throw the fruit of knowledge and wisdom and ask thy self,
absurdly it was thinking about a walk?
Or maybe wanting a fully loaded talk?
Exonerate me my feelings are worrying me,
future possibilities haunts me, now where should it be?
Oh, wait I said I need to move.
Tim Truzy from U.S.A. on December 11, 2018:
Excellent poem about needing to move. The narrator leaves us with a bit of a mystery. While looking at boxes, is the narrator contemplating something deeper beyond just the physical act of moving. Is there something deeper going on that makes the reader wonder if the narrator is thinking about moving beyond this realm. Such is art.
This is a skillfully written work which touches emotions in many ways.
Much respect and admiration,
Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on December 01, 2018:
This poem resonates with me. For years, I felt that I was in the wrong place and needed to move. Life’s responsibilities and my fears kept me stuck. Mark