The victims’ shadows steal the wall <br />and project our incoming death. <br />The clock takes away our lifelines <br />and constricts us in its shackles. <br /> <br />Darkness besieges the harbor <br />and beclouds our escape route. <br />Our forbearance is our curse <br />that locks us in its internment. <br /> <br />The organ is our harbinger <br />that withholds future realism. <br />It’s our unspoken cry for help <br />in a World of Uncertainty!<br /><br />Michael Fischer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-world-of-uncertainty/
