The Dare

In the cold of morn
Silence snuggles up close
Stillness refuels itself
And emptiness takes the wheel

Minding the wild curves?
Of lesser roads taken...
Riding the curbs of human natures handiwork?
One split second away...!
From a disaster?
Playing russian roulette...
Behind oh so long held breaths...
Alas, turning blue waiting for you...
Remembering what you said...
'I'll be seeing you'
But don't hold your breath;

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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