Lately Poem by Dominique Lamboy

Lately



I called her lately,
After she told me she had been missing for the first
Today.

Usual,
That is - a usual situation.
An instant, which grants receiving,
Because nothing is ever really missing just misplaced.

When freedom rings in her ear,
The hearts door bell,
Cause it's time to walk the halls of the hour,
Time to guard life.

Spend a minute in my skin, she says.
See through the eyes of my character,
With the intention of sharing a gift with others,
And their own identity crisis.

Be safe, and near the message,
Keep it bare,
Because her cloths dress themselves in wool,
Preserving experience from making the same mistake twice,
Cause she likes to cry wolf.

Behave, be quiet, tip toe in the shadow of nowadays,
To hear her heart no longer needs a bell,
Because the door is always open…

Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration
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