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What are you waiting for?
STRANDED
Nothing makes the blade of your mind as sharp as betrayal
Dulling your conscious thought of wrong and right
Before they came to fill you with light
You were stranded, waiting in the tribunal
But here you are now
Breathing in, breathing out; so small a trip
One step, two steps, down the center lane
As you carry the coffer of your soul
Sounds faded and vision blurred
Allowing your deliverance to bear the torn scream of, “YES! This day it will start!”
And so it did
So subtly did it have you consumed
So blatantly cavalier was your assurance
Of the day you would hold them forever
Yes! Forever, they are yours.
No matter their deeds, no matter their lies
The bars of a prison are seen from both sides
Feeling so cold and smooth
As you must remember to be
Here you are, stranded again
Oh, but not for long; lose the couth
Mark every breath, measure every step
Embrace the repetition of that last scene
You know the one
The very one that gleaned the birth of vengeance
Now the strands of inner fury weave the stillness of your movements
You will not leave the stranded
Take your turn in the center lane
Swiftly running to demand it
Smells are pungent, noises are amplified
Again time stands perfectly still
Cajoling your conscience – you are sane
Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
Two hearts now stranded
As the rivers of life’s elixir recede into the night
Forever entwined
Inspired by Center Lane by Christine Clemetson
