Foreseeable Future

Foreseeable Future

A Poem by Placid Stranger

A back turned to a friend in need. Or anything else you want it to be.


With your parachute tangled up in the telephone wires

The sting of silence isn't gonna get you any higher


Lay real low at the bottom of the hole

And you might not feel the sinking of your soul


You think if you lose your grip, you'll lose the faith

It's not a puddle you’re standing in, but an ocean of pain


So just come to grips, come to terms

Put down your arms and stop clawing at the dirt


The deity talked to you today

Time has looked the other way

Three hundred walls line the maze

Light was taken from your days


Crossing to the other land

While following the great command

Evolving from your master plan

Spin it around if you can

For when the puzzle falls apart

Inevitably, your sinking will start


So start praying now

Start begging now

Start your pleading now


And maybe someday

He will stop to hear what you've got to say


© 2014 Placid Stranger

Author's Note

Placid Stranger
Feel free to pick it apart as much as you want. That's the only way it will improve.

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Added on January 30, 2009
Last Updated on March 4, 2014


Placid Stranger
Placid Stranger

Chicago, IL

About to graduate from college with a degree in Economics and Business Management. The three things I love most in life are music, sports, and Econ. I'm not a serious writer and really don't know anyt.. more..