Waiting To Concede Poem by Leria Hawkins

Waiting To Concede
Date: May 15,2015

Thru my window
I see the slow slide
Laid to rest, the other side
My tears dry, smiles die
As I fly, a tumbleweed in the breeze
Hope…slow-slips this sinking ship
Fading blue, in horizons lonesome grip
While evenings glow, burns a jagged hole
Into my darkened, dampened soul

Thru my window
Twilight dries, my hopeful highs
Scorched in the summer sun
Night falls, and slumber crawls
I’m hostage beneath the spell
A broken shell, tossed in the swell
And as far as I can tell
I languish in a blaze, a twisted maze
Burning hot and until it’s not

Thru my window
I’ve seen the truth
I know the secret places
The ever changing faces
Yet I linger just the same…
It’s cold here where I am
Pen in hand, drawing dreamscapes in the sand
When it’s clear to see, that we, will never be
There’s only me…and misery

Thru my window
I see the painted sky
In hues that blind my eyes
It’s a lie I tell myself
Why it’s me and no one else
Kept hidden in the night
Forever wrong, and never right
I’m just a soul, bound in chains
With only shame…to speak my name

Thru my window
I look out to the sea
Trying to find, the lost part of me
Tossed forever in the rage
Refusing still to turn the page
So here I cling, in tangled strings
Looking for the signs, the twisted lines
That leads to my surrender


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