Jeremy Bressler Poetry

Whispers
pssssssst! ……who said that? –raised eyebrow, brazen and bold, low and behold, the story unfolds as the truth be told…hold on tight, look right, look left and shake my head, I continue to tell myself, “its life’s little moments that make the world go around”, picked up my hat from the ground, I go back to the grind, where my pen to this paper is the sword I live by, it’s the voice inside my head that drives me mad, do not cry, for there is no reason to be sad…I am not insane nor a mime, for I survived just fine –what I hear, is the person inside me reaching out to the person I am to become, on a job well done! I am of flesh and bone, turning back…it’s the man under the hat whose voice I heard, a reflection of the past stopped me dead in my tracks, attached like heavy cataracts, lead by smell and the taste for desire, I tripped and fell, As I Stand, shows the man under the hat is the reflection of the past that I see, where at this very moment I realize I have become the person I am meant to be.

Poet: Jeremy Bressler