Being a Bystander

Concentration found
In a head-on collision,
Studied the language
Learned the movement,
At best
We’re stumbling,
Dazed
Nearly escaping
The door fell off
There was no need
To walk through,
Coming out
On the other side
Life blooming with algae
Change takes more
Than a new haircut
Or bad dream
To be efficient,
Accept the lead
If the first move is made
Being directionless
Is fatal resilience,
Another near miss
Taken for granted
The trouble is in trying to decide
If the immediate wound
Or severed emotional impact
Means that it happened

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Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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