115 ~ Dividing Line Poem by stan pelfrey

115 ~ Dividing Line



standing in a room
beating on the walls
breaking out the windows
running through the halls

living here in paradise
surviving for the day
sipping on tequila
chasing butterflies away

it’s not easy
when you’re trapped
not easy when it’s fate
it’s something that can’t wait

it’s a dividing line
between heaven and hell
masses are calling
and to them we tell
it’s a dividing line

standing with confidence
alone or with friends
hoping they stay with you
until you make amends

sitting in your car
footing on the brake
eyes are out the window
hands are on the make

settled all alone
staring at the tube
feet are propped up
thinking about you

it’s not easy when it’s passion
not easy when it’s hate
it’s something that can’t wait

it’s a dividing line
between heaven and hell
masses are calling
and to them we tell
it’s a dividing line

standing in a room
tearing down a wall
falling out a window
landing in it all

settling here in paradise
sitting here in void
burning in digressions
or living just all noise

circling round motions
crawling back to birth
crossing your own oceans
being here on earth

it’s not easy when it’s early
not easy when it’s late
it’s something that can’t wait

it’s a dividing line
between heaven and hell
masses are calling
and to them we tell
it’s a dividing line

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