Unfinished business (revised)

and so you walk so confidently finding your exit
passing the blue guard looking at you
without any question,

you wish the path is not crowded with people
you wish there is no vehicle at the parking lot
you wish there are no children at the playground

there is no thunder to hit you, you are confident about this
there is no accident, there is no gun,

there are no killers to shoot you now.
you are confident. You still have an unfinished business.

death has no power over you. and so back to line one
yes, you walk confidently, finding not the exit now,

but the entrance to another risk, another threat, another
escape.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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