Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

She's in love 

with the moon

in black cherry skies,

it reminds her of the killing

dark waters

of her mind.

Swept away and under

feeling the pressure

like a Spanish butterfly,

her brain is on fire

walking on dark sands.

And she doesn't feel the rain

it's already a part of her,

the thunder 

a play on words

she heard so many times before;

a not so comforting reminder

of how broken

she's become.

Alone in the tide

with a turtle and a fish, 

she waits to be carried away

or to be drown and die.

And she knows shes mad

and she knows frustration. 

Sick and tired

of waiting for something to happen.

Reviews

[Chris]

good character defining... a nice sense of the tension inside.