Getting on forward
Not knowing what stone to step on
just the feel of the wind blowing
scared to put down a foot
on a slippery glacier in mind
but a rock in the river
Standing on the shore
waiting for the skies to clear up
to see the stone above the river
knowing that this is salvation
if I just could tap on the
right spectra
such a void waiting
for me to fall to
all memories of childhood
fading away
nervous about that step
that giants made
when crossing over to eternity
The river roams,
speaks in husk voices
but the meaning of it's words are clear
try and beat the river is to be sure of meeting
a guillotine
So I almost slip on the wet rock
the first step this man has to take
it's like the sky is gathering torment
above this head, and the gray
areas in the heavens
are not a welcoming salute
do I slip and fall
or do I get across
Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-05-14 at 02:35
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