eyes squinting to focus
on the out of focused past
slower comes the reaction
messages from the brain
relay danger signs crawling
inching closer
caution blends in the crowded cavity
until it becomes entangled
reflexes refuse warning signals
take the lower road to safety
trespassing into known situations
the need to touch the sharpness is dying
(7-04-2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem