Two Sentence Tuesday #44

            Each day felt like an exercise in patience for Carl, as he sat there watching the clock smugly mocking him with every grating tick. Some days, it was all he could do to not rip the little bastard from the wall and punt it off the roof. 

Rebirth

Rebirth

By Brandon Palzkill

What had he accomplished,

when all was said and done?

What did it amount to?

He took stock of his life;

explored the consequences

of ill-fated decisions

and poorly conceived ideas;

individual threads

spun into the web

that was his failed existence…

As each wasted moment

flickered through his memory,

the web became a net,

entangling

and constricting,

as fine strands of despair

wrapped tightly around

his throat.

He gasped and choked

on his own shortcomings,

clawing at the growing walls

trapping him within,

desperate for freedom.

Yet, each silken strand

carried its own silver lining;

the promise of change.

He stopped and took notice;

found the surrounding web

was so much more than some mere trap

to bind him to his own

sinking disappointment.

Finally, he saw it for what it was;

a cocoon; a catalyst;

the spark of metamorphosis,

destined to transform him.

Isolated in

his converting chrysalis,

he waited for the

transmutation; the rebirth;

waited for his ideas

and decisions

to spawn the man

he was meant to be.

It’s been a slow transition,

but he’s been patient;

he sees the change within,

sees the world change around him,

and knows he’ll finally be

himself.

Waiting

Waiting

By Brandon Palzkill

Watching the world turn

and biding my time;

I’m waiting, patiently,

to make my next move;

I’m waiting,

not to act too hastily, for

good things are coming.