London Poem: Day 223

28 March

The best laid plans,
As they say,
Dissolve through fear
And inaction.
Two words, commonly intertwined,
Fuel one another.
The call, the asking,
Never comes from where
It should.
The silent defeat,
Taking over before anything
Is set up.
I say this,
And that comes out;
You say something,
And I quiver.
All action is a response
To something, but comfort
Is waning in the attempt
To become more.

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