David Harris Uncertainty Poems

The shadows of sunshine cross my desk,
work like a prison surrounds me.
Whom do I turn to? To unlock the discord,
of the depressive uncertainty that surround me.
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Each day we cross
the bridges of uncertainty
never knowing what
we might meet when we get there,
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The lion roar of passing cars
as people pass beyond to where
no one ever goes
strangers with blank faces
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