Eight-line Poems

Reluctance

Reluctance

We stand on the razor of the present,
the instant between before and yet to be,
the past hanging still from our shoulders,
our constant footfall blind into the future,
that shadowed land of thought and dreams.
Oh, brave new world, who could love you,
when memory speaks of times long gone
and blessèd innocence now extinct?


Liner count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 07.06.21
Prompt: Brave new world.