Poem #141

Poem #141

I cannot escape
this beating inside.
Exposed or clothed
My mind is found.
The muscle plays
a rhythm only it knows.
Like knocking on my door
when ready to depart the day.
Decision to hide or meet
an unknowable force.
I cannot resist
this throbbing from within.
Probing for answers
expecting revelations.
The movement intensifies
until a change must come.
Like raining on my window
when time for dreaming.
Instead thoughts emerge
of a future heading for disruption.

David A. Church

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