The Lapse
When the World's Locked Out
You hear my words and respond
But it's only a reflection
Like the still surface of a pond
Belying turmoil below.
What was said will be lost
To the stream of sensory input
On which your focus lies
The distractions that matter.
The games on the phone in your hand
The series playing on the television
For the fourth time
The comfortable things.
We'll go over it again later,
After you nod off a while
And the real world breaks through,
For a time.
We'll get through an hour.
The morning.
The day.
I'll remind you.
We'll do what needs done,
Together.
It will come back.
You'll escape again
Into that reality of your own.
It comes back,
And so will I.
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Written for Vocal's What Comes Back Challenge:
About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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