Poetry: Simply Put

Simply put,

Sometimes the lines blur,

Hearing ceases,

The rain pours,

Your shoes fill with sand,

And you’re hair gets pulled.

You fall down,

                    down, 

                            down,

Into grass that pokes and prods.

You look up,

                   up,

                       up,

At the clouds of storm.

You try to get up,

Out of the mud

And the concrete

Of hatred that keeps you cemented.

The ground is hard,

The sky is mean.

Sounds swing in and out of hearing.

Sight isn’t what it seems

When you fall down,

                               down,

                                       down,

Into the stream

Of the skies tears.

And you pick yourself up,

                                        up,

                                             up,

As the lines blur.

You fall, you get up.

You get up, you fall.

Simply put,

Life isn’t what it seems at all.