Thursday, February 25, 2016

Body Paces

                 Body Paces

Eyes heavy and dry,
Can't sleep even though try.
Mind races,
Body paces.

Cycle goes around,
Explore but nothing found.
No escape from past,
Flooded by regret so fast.

Big picture twisted and bent,
Stuck on replay of event.
Rational thought yields,
Interpretation in left field.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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