Distracted

Coming to the dead end

A poem

Photo by Everett Bartels on Unsplash

Distracted
every day of my life
by the constant noise surrounding me,
telling of ill fortune
coming fast

Upon me,
with not a single thing
that I might do to change its leaning,
or turn aside before
it passes.

The future
runs ahead and leaves me,
watching by the edge of graveled road,
wondering who will come
to save me,

Knowing well
no one is expected,
few yet even know the coming turn
up a little further
in the dust,

Unconscious,
pleasantly unaware,
thinking that all is well as long as
they fill their own bellies,
not knowing

What is next,
fall victim to the test
at their appointed time, in that place
where hope is much too late
to find them,

Distracted,
with not a single thing,
watching by the edge of graveled road,
up a little further,
not knowing

Who would ever find them

Was it me?

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