Bentley

Pointed ears, with rounded fur edges

Compassionate, and sweet face

Overly happy, excited and perky

 

On four legs, his light paws prance around with the best of them

A spirited little dog

Who barks his own grounds

Yet, softly hinders himself when the bigger dogs bark louder

 

His chocolate brown fur

Tinted with a shimmer of gray

Soft wet noes, and pink tongue

both touch my hands, and tickle my toes. 

 

Thank you for a sweet little time, 

Such a cute dog

One called

Bentley!

Delusional Fog

The Inner changes

Reflect on others

 

I wish I could erase.

But maybe there is no point

 

if that is just something to focused on

while in reality

 

we are trapped

lost, and regrettably

scared.

 

 

This line that seems to drive most

Has ran out of gas

fallen short of picking me up

The ignition to my life seems burned oh so many times.

 

 

For what reason

I have yet to find

 

The whirlwind of disconnect

Chase my every move

 

As if waiting, planning my next

 

step

 

before I even set my direction.

 

 

To

 

Accomplish what?

 

I have yet

 

to find

 

and search

 

 

All I know now,

is that I

 

mixed between to many obstacles

find myself not

 

chaotic but

 

sleepy.

 

 

To dream away

the problems of the present

and distant future.

 

The easy rhythm of my head upon the pillow

But yet the fog finds me distracted

 

between the two

How far will I climb

 

How long shall I wait

These questions

know not the answers.

 

to uncover

the mysteries

is part of the

life.