Somethings To Be Aren't MeantA Poem by Jester
My wings spread wide, I prepare for flight, What happens now Will be my delight. You stand nearby, Watching, waiting, Prepared to take the plunge, If I take the devils baiting. The wind blows by, The crowd shifts below, My heart is as tense As the string of a bow. The smog whips past me, Rising from the steel beasts, I look on in disgust, This world will be Satan’s feast. You move a bit closer, I can almost feel your breath, Our hearts beat faster, Yours in fear of my death. I look back for a moment, Almost regretting, Your hair is dyed a crimson red, Reminds of times I’m forgetting. Do you remember when we were young? We said one day we’d rule the earth, We’d be better than the best, I look on naïve dreams with mirth. I think for an instant Should I go? Jump to welkin? I look down on the world, beneath my toe. My eyes meet yours For a single moment, I turn to the vault of heaven, Step past, something’s to be aren’t meant © 2008 JesterReviews
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Added on March 24, 2008AuthorJesterImagination TownAboutHi, my name is Abby. I enjoy reading, listening to music, hanging around with my friends, and writing poetry/short stories in my spare time. I have several friends who are great artists and I might tr.. more..Writing
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