Mo’s Prose – Day 326 / Other World

Day 326 – Monday, April 3, 2017

Today seemed like a different place,
One with conflicting lives
With different airs, with stop-and-stares,
Dance on the edge of knives

Night so full and glorious,
Next day, sweet sun unfurled
But trip ye to the other side,
–A sharp and bitter world

How the hell did I get here?
What lesson must I learn?
And what… do I keep missing,
To repeat this churn for turn?

There’s things we all must run to,
So close, now far away
And pain that I was running from,
Now with me day to day

Lesson of acceptance?
Keep digging for what’s curled?
I touched what seemed to matter most,
I want my other world…

MoFaux