Breaking the Speed Limit of Confusion

True, we bend perhaps because we confuse
What we want with that which
Drives us away tired and so angry
Until we reach the top
Of the stairs and glance back
Attempting to figure out
What was so damn important

It is all the same in a breathless whisper
That so often can break
The speed limit of confusion

As the fingerprints that mark
Those minutes of time
Often make it hard to believe
We nodded at the opposite corner
Where sarcasm annoyed
Our release

We round the corner that teaches
Us the difference between
Watching someone else
Living in those fantasy worlds
Shake our heads and try to change
The past

While all those peculiar moments
Come back to haunt us

How can we remain undisturbed
When we find ourselves
Hoping that when we reach
The top of the stairs
What continuously drives us away
Tired and angry
Once again
Will hold us hostage

Reviews

[Veronica Chandler]

This one is wonderful and written from such an honest place of insight and realization. I enjoyed it top to bottom; the images found on your work add so much depth, and I often look at the pictures with the same interest and intrigue I do your words.

[Joel M Frye]

This write bespeaks of a restless spirit, in love with and exasperated with the restlessness. What holds us hostage puts our hands to the keyboard. but then...you know that, don't you, Neva? ;) Merely your usual superb.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Such a brilliant piece here, with vivid words.

[Dream Weaver]

Philosophically sound, love the fact that when you are
asking questions, you already know the answers.
Nice one Neva :)

[Alicia Hirshey]

beautiful

[Audrey Howitt]

I can see why you want and maybe need?? to write fictional prose. This poem is so full of "character." I can feel the person's thoughts and emotions pour out of every stanza. I especially like the ending and the questions that it raises for me.

[Forest Green]

Around and around we go...heal then wound then taste defeat, or victory, who knows which, meanwhile the damage is done and we hope for a better day and way...who knows if we can truly hold it together...?
Very nicely put. Your words are quite precise...!

Nice work....
Daniel

[LA Lorena]

Yes, the past does hold us prisoner to a great extent. A deep and reflective perspective you have painted here. As always, brilliant use of imagery and most thought provoking.

[Art]

how the past does hols us within its grasp...unfortunately the mind is like a hard drive it store everything...we can only click on the moments we wish to reflect upon or try to delete...nice work Neva...

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It is all the same in a breathless whisper
That so often can break
The speed limit of confusion

Loved this part of your write, I can sense truth in this write. So very nicely written.