Thoughts you thought contained

Wiggle in your brain..

Slither in your heart…

Murky to light it will…

..if only they knew…

Through veins and parts unspoken…

..the slithering never ends.

Becomes the core…

…of something new

spreading like the morning sun…

until it’s done.

Slither, whither, born, renew.

The order…up to you.

What to choose…

The ticking of the clock…

Slithers on and on

throw that pain in the air, it’s time, it’s time.

Windows crashing down, doors open wide…

of discovery…aftermath’s pride.

Next mission…triumph’s eye.

Oh please don’t lie…

…foot steps forward, the future grabs

be sure to hold on tight,

never again slipping in to dreamless night.

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Submitted as part of The Poetry Palace: Thursday Poets Rally Week 62

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