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That Steps Being Taken

Those steps that I had taken

seemed to me some pieces

finally falling into places—

Being five steps

to what left ajar,

my fears bereft

of what is gained by war.

Should I take it?

What else will remain

in this world

where everything waxes and wanes?


Those thoughts that I have thinking

seems to me like water splashes

against the rain—

Transparent, seems empty

but sickening

like pain...

I marveled, then hesitated

regrets flooding

the ‘Sahara’ of my consciousness.

I long to have a light to see,

does heaven will lend me?


© 2020 MS Penarts

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