I Think This burned.A Poem by Jacky BonesI'm not completely here. Not even there, But it was theirs From the start. I think its in my brain again. It's crawling in my heart. This loneliness feels even more. A fire cord in a storm. Memories keep us warm. Don't give me a good one. Because I'll trade it for a great one. The night won. A broken window, In a windowless room. So make room. Aim low. A chance at knowing myself, But I'm lying so well. So well. To myself. Raise your hand, If you understand. Raise your hand, If you understand. And if you understand, Please don't stand. My flesh is so fresh. That I forgot the rest. Like a far away scar. On a near shooting star. Turn loose the swans. Soon it will be dawn. © 2008 Jacky Bones |
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Added on August 10, 2008 Author
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