Born of chaos
lacking heritage
void of order
year upon year
a freefall of frustration
searching for foothold
moment man
longing for clarity
for a sense of belonging
stopping is no option
to lose the way
is to keep going
keep moving forward
lest one atrophies
grows rigid
with the rigor mortis
of apathy
stiff
with unbending ignorance
faltering in fear
paralyzed
gawking inward
at hopelessness
at failure
the giving in
the giving up
the rot
that sets in
with the loss of wonder
when grip lets go
of dreams
of possibility
arthritic loss of faith
debilitates the soul
cripples
the manifest light
that shines forth
at the leap
into darkness
into uncertainty
into the sacred unknown
frozen is the cautious man
withered in a worried cage
not unlike the moment man
terrified of the wrong step
of the journey all in
of daring the way
unmarked
and thus
bleeds out
the color of life
of living
to become cold
and grey
a putrefied husk
of brittled remorse
mired in regret
for never having
shone so brightly
as to blind
the eyes of death
stopping is no option
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse