Christopher Withers Poems
|41.||The Watcher Is Watched||9/17/2014|
|42.||They Come, They Play||12/4/2008|
|43.||Thoughts Of An Atheist||11/15/2006|
|44.||Time's Swift Beat||2/27/2008|
|45.||Together We Crumble, Stumble, And Fall||11/16/2006|
|51.||Witness Of The Modern Age||5/16/2009|
vision stunted by past deeds
leading to my current place,
childhood face: disconnected,
now adrift on stagnant lake.
cynicism scrawls the map
leading to my resting place,
a symptom of a drying mind,
what once was fluid, now is blind.
each denial of childhood dream
fractures now my world it seems.
mothers tears dried in her grave,
childhood view: never saved.
Skirting Eternities Path
on occasion - as a child,
eternity would visit me.
lying, insomniac in bed,
it would stand,
wordlessly beside my head, and
i would know its presence
by the unfathomable distance