Judgment.

Thoughts dancing endless, cannot
make them cease,
Seeking for release, yet waiting
just the same,

Inchless, movements, three
steps forward, two more
back,
What more to show, what
exactly I lack?

Downward spiral, out of
control,
Process, broken, empty
hollow hole,

Fill it, worthy, begging
on one knee,
Shaken, blurry, nary can
it see,

Groping, fumbled, around
in the dark,
Yearning, extreme, the feel
of that spark,

But on the fence, sitting,
unwilling to budge,
Though even in silence, still
the final judge...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
10/14/2012