Of Dreams and Desolution: The Poetry of J. Douglas Stephenson

Mindfield

Mindfield

Last one out grabs the key to the dreams

Of the end of the broken hearted

Take a second for the reflection

And walk through the field strewn with mines and hope

Mind your step because they look too much alike

You'll never reach the meaning of life

If you don't take the first step towards the grave

Circumstances can't be measured in times like these

We're way past that point now

So what's the catch to this when you hit the wrong note

This isn't a point of contention

It's the past, present, future; intervention

What are you waiting for?

Death isn't waiting and life is a minefield

J Douglas Stephenson