Rabbit Hole Enigma

There are hundreds of
Thousands claiming to
Be the one, but at the
First sign of adversity
They turn tail and run;

But what of the others
Silent yet strong who’ll
Then take up the mantle
To fight all the day long.

For it truly matters that
The heart yearns which
In turn strengthens the
Spine. There is more to
Living than consuming

Copious amounts of
Cold beer and red wine.
My fear is the time that
Is squandered by the

Feckless in control as
We slip and slide under
Following them down
A rabbit hole while we
Surrender our souls to

The cold damp soil.

Kenneth Vincent Walker is a "New Formalist" Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Performer, and Author of BORDERLINE ABSURD (An Exercise in Rhyme and Reason), published by Poem Sugar Press 2015. Read other articles by Kenneth Vincent.