They can only hold for so long

as the pressure mounts its war

and each and every time it seems

I am on the other side of the door.

The water trickles through

slowly at first; it is the calm before

whatever breaks through these gates

as only nature knows what’s in store.

The question then is quite simple,

do I run or do I stay and let

the water crash down and bury me?

But the answer is never that simple

and if I run I won’t drown yet,

but the inevitable can only be delayed.

© Autumn Siders 2015

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