(I am becoming a wave of )ambitious ambivalence.
Everything matters
then nothing at all.
Fighting the noise inside
has become harder
with the passing years.
Channels have sprung
up to filter it through,
in turn it has become louder,
more insistent.
Ambition
weighs my feet
like concrete slippers
sinking me beneath
the coming waves.
If I could reach down
and undo them,
then perhaps
one more gulping swallow
of air could expand
these tired lungs.
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