A waste of time

Burdens carry themselves into places

Looking around at unknown faces

This familiarity

To be so keen and extreme as a being unseen

So familiar

As the heart races to keep pace

Seeing a still standing in the same place

Feet disappearing

To a look around—a means to look around

This setting

Burdening those once looked around

I prose the impose of an asset

Proposing a presence as a threat

Or else this sitting along becomes the burden to be met

So carried

Intimidated by these scenes—again seen

Disguised as a way to “impose”–an initiative disclosed

The burden now kept

Trying to face it’s fears…holding the faces now met

“I’m sure we all could relate to this burden at THIS point—taken away from (my) time ; a now waste to relate with this…..what would I call, an overstating mind”.

—Mitchell, Tierra (ae)

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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