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THE WAY AWAY
Poems by Anthony Slater

 

 

 

 

Be Still, Oh Time

Time is like a child.
It never stays in one place
For too long.
And it will fidget
When we need to take its picture.
How many times must I push the button
On the camera,
Oh Time?

Yet it reminds us of something,
Much like children do.
Of the past,
And nary forget the future.
And one other thing,
Where children are masters,
And where we often forget of.
The present.

 

 

What Did I Do?

I think we took a wrong turn
Somewhere.
I know not where, but
Somewhere.
And the door is around here
Somewhere.
Yet we got lost. And our hope is
Somewhere.

 

 

The Way Away

Everything was so black and white.
Good and evil, right and wrong.
At least until you started to cry.
That was when I questioned God.

I prepared to be a knight for Him.
Yet for what? For Good?
I think we had it all wrong then.
For tears are only against evil.

And He demanded so many then.

 

 

Fragility of Youth

Walking along the road,
I crossed paths with you.
And I know you didn’t know,
Nor could possibly aspire to such a height,
The power that was floating overhead
To dash my life into a million pieces.

When you passed by giggling,
Ignorant to all the world,
The smell you gave off was that of ruin,
My ruin, or countless others
That could not stand any longer,
Masked by a hint of strawberry bubbles.

And I think in a parallel world
I must have fallen at that moment,
And sacrificed everything,
Just for a few joyful seconds.
And in that same space,
I broke you apart.

That world is where I was ruined,
And Hell spilled everywhere.

 

 

Modernity

From time to time we come to know
A gentle breeze across the land.
But with it comes a storm of sand
When needing more is a dash of snow.

The sands do make us tremble more,
To tear us down in a soundless mark.
That with the snow we meet less dark,
But freeze our souls to the core.

And since forever, more of late,
We meet the horrid destroyer’s face.
But let not it be confused for grace,
For I am the master of my own fate.

 

 

 

 

About the Author
            Anthony Slater (1993) is a poet from the United States. He writes poems and is currently working on his first fantasy novel while studying for his master's degree in English from Worcester State University.

 

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