Angst 3 Poem by Josh Alfred

Angst 3



Eager like a child
Ardently advancing
Heart racing wild
Future end enhancing
Reaching destination
Cave light fronts
Time's hesitation
Big swinger bunts
One wish, the allure,
Pulling my strings.
Not sure what will blur.
Mind seeing other things?
Future my utmost intention.
Awaiting with frustration.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: angst
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