Hidden From Sight
There is a crisis, a turmoil going on,
Occupying my mind from dusk till dawn,
So many paths lay ahead,
Which path should I tread?
The decisions that create divisions,
So many views and visions,
Are compromises worth making?
Or just carry on living and faking,
Conflicted in my mind,
I can’t pretend to be blind,
What’s my release, my escape?
I can’t cry over my sour grape,
The hopes and dreams of people around,
I was dropped in middle of this battle ground,
One wrong move and it’ll be chaos about,
I bow down and plea and cry and shout,
I am a fighter, a warrior, stout hearted,
Thinking of the departing and the departed,
Can I make this right?
The end is hidden from sight!
Posted on October 13, 2017, in Life and Experiences, Poetry and tagged conflicted, crisis, dispute, end, family, father, hidden, life, love, marriage, mind, mother, relationship, sight, thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.