7. Hesitant Strides

Slipped another day in the pocket today,
wrinkled, abandoned, let the notes wash away.
Pen shackled at its side. Ink bleeds what could've been
onto the threads that hide the skin
that hides within a life unwritten.

I could've, I should've,
but given the chance to make a difference
I just didn't.

Looking back on a life I wish I could remember,
knowing these days that I will never get there.
Unemployed dreams confide inside a mind held behind
built up walls that shade the lines
and straddle the divide of hesitant strides.

I could've, I should've,
but given the chance to make a difference,
I just didn't.

Choked another day down the throat today.
It's been so long since I've enjoyed the taste.