poetry by j matthew waters

where it all went wrong

there comes a time when one must fess up
to what they have become
and decide for themselves if there was a
point in time things started to unravel

I once stopped a rolling stone dead in its tracks
inspired by an organist who pounded out
‘house of the rising sun’

it could have easily flattened me
but I was still on the rise
feeling stronger than any life-giving force
either here or abroad

how fleeting and how shameful in retrospect
knowing so many have no intention of
allowing anyone to continuously rise

november two thousand seventeen
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