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Click hereTired, oh so tired,
sitting on this fence,
consumed by jumbled thoughts;
living in limbo land
in the state of confusion.
Exhausted, yet so restless,
my discontent magnified,
indecision racks my brain;
plagues my days;
rules my nights.
Waiting, oh so patiently,
for a sign;
a flicker of light;
a jolt of reason.
Where can I find it?
Even this,
my written word,
once my salvation,
has deserted me -
an unanswered prayer.
Enough, enough
of this fence sitting,
this complacency and ambivalence
tied together, inexplicably,
with a bow of inertia.
Awake, awake
from this numbing stupor
that keeps me paralyzed,
unable to move
from this splintering wood.
Fence sitting
is for birds resting;
young boys dreaming;
fat cats basking;
not for self-aware me.
it conveys ambivalence mixed with a touch of world weariness, in both feel and form...A very good poem on a rather difficult poetic topic. Nice work!