Catching fire

August 1, 2021August 1, 2021 ~ sensualism

At the ballot box

I searched for choice

So I could raise

My silent voice

I looked around

It wasn’t heard

Not a sound –

Not a word

They came within

To cast their spell

My story lost –

I couldn’t tell

For what I had

Was hidden gold

A dream to be –

A life foretold

Yet change reset

The story’s end

Let loose warp speed

And took the bend

That silenced others

Just like me

Guided by

What they believe

Leaving others

In the mire

The ballot box –

It catches fire.

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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem. I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art. View all posts by sensualism