A Poem by Brett Moore

I live halfway down on my knees
gazing up at a smattering of chaos,
swearing that I used to believe
that swirling gas was divine.

Where did all that magic go?


I hadn’t noticed the flaw,
Fate’s stubborn will, hiding
beneath the foundation of me.
I thought I built this place to hide.

I often walk to the door of decisions
and pace in the hallway outside,
back and forth just frantically enough
to forget I never fall asleep.

The wheel of time keeps on turning
and I really am growing strong enough
that maybe, one of these days,
I will be able to take a leap.

© 2017 Brett Moore

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A wonderful bit on the chaos of indecision. Many have found themselves in the hallway outside, pacing and mumbling, trying to come up with the right choice. Good write, Brett

Posted 1 Year Ago

A recurring theme in your poetry Brett, I notice - that claustrophobic image of the walls closing in.
Some people are born decisive and other need to work on that aspect of their persona - and some never get there - flitting is what they do.
You conveyed the sense of indecisive very well with some great metaphoricals.
Nicely done.

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Brett Moore
Brett Moore

Dallas, TX

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