Cursing the MoonA Poem by Jack...
Cursing the Moon Casting a feather of unknown endeavor Down on my knees at the edge of this world Reaching for stars as I fall into never Cursing the moon as its light is unfurled Picking a flower then watching it linger Till it is dead as it sits in my hand Hearing the calls as I flip them the finger Done in a nice way so they’ll understand Pushed into traffic with headlights now glaring High beams or low beams they all seem the same Hiding my head from pedestrians staring Sitting in jail, I am losing this game Withering fast like that bloom I did mention Turning to dust with no tears by my side Shouting at shadows to get their attention Hearing the howls as I’m running to hide Drunk on the thoughts of a peaceful existence Sandpaper sighs cause my feelings to hurt So comes the time that I make my decision Hold my head high or return to this dirt © 2014 Jack...Author's Note
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26 Reviews Added on February 5, 2014 Last Updated on February 6, 2014 AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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