Disturbing To The Nerves
It will be midnight for many,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Dawn for some will come.
And for those unable to differentiate,
Between either one...
There will be turbulence ahead for them.
With mindsets fixed upon schedules nixed.
And determined they will sit,
In stubbornness unresisting!
As change surrounds them.
And this they can't admit.
Even though a change has rearranged,
Everything that use to be...
To become what today 'is'.
For all to allow and get use to it!
But something inside their minds...
Keep them affixed and locked to times,
And yet the Sun has set,
Like a reality one has met.
One who refuses to allow it to exist
No matter what attempts are made...
To loosen a tight grip,
On that which eventually slips away....
For reasons no one should keep,
To be repeatedly replayed.
It is done.
Like a welcoming to seclude in delusion.
When chips begin to fall where they may...
The only thing that should remain to stay,
Is one's faith!
Unshakened and obeyed.
Although we feel and know...
Our hearts aren't the only ones that break.
Disturbing to the nerves as that is...
To witness it as it is felt!
Coming as it does to give.
And be powerless against it when it's dealt!