Saturday, September 12, 2020

If I Ever by Tissy Taylor

If I ever feel like a cog
In a giant machine
Or a room without
Any windows
Lost in a place where
There is no trace
Of being discovered

If there ever is cause for
Contemplating my life
Mindless, crazy doubt
Circumstances
A wasted place of
Unsheltered haste
A want to be alone

When I feel this world bring me down
Blind to when I can't see
What's in front of me
Where my silence
Can no longer breathe
Am I replaced
Let my candle flame fade


Mourning all our mornings before
Pictures in a reel, spin
Lost to yesterday
I am broken
Healing this open wound
Missing what is
Certainly in my way
Communications Manager/Business Analyst for Automotive Industry giant. Born and raised in Ontario, Canada. Writing since I could hold a crayon in my hands. Penned a weekly family column in two community newspapers. Writing poetry is my passion. My first book of poetry “Madness, Chaos Unravelled was recently published. 
www.iamtissy.blogspot.ca
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