To describe in chapters our life's fables, <br />pen pauses pending, our white pages glare; <br />wordless lines cancel Contents in Tables. <br /> contest content-ment, if you won't write there. <br />So skills we own are forever not tried, <br />the true non-world; sheer air is all we've won; <br />and now we seem most fit to now be tied, <br />simply because we are the most un-done. <br /> <br />Often we see how the air has trembled <br />half to life when rain might almost appear; <br />jailed, failed potential! most far since most near <br />and always 'real' arrives disassembled. <br />Our deadened eye views the not-sought life. <br />Dammed waters are stuck. We're stuck like damn knife.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unfulfilled-potential/
