Cursing the Moon

 

 

 

 

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

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[eglantine]

First off, did you draw that photo in paint? lol "Reaching for stars as I fall into never" great line! First line of second stanza, not so sure "then watching it linger" is the right phrase... "linger" is more of a stay-still, waiting for image, and I got the feeling that you wanted more of a wilting thing going on, since that's what flowers do. Thanks for sharing!

[Jack...]

Thanks....

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A most emotional and telling piece that grand the reader and never let's go, well done, good read.

[Jack...]

Thanks Thomas

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is so sad.It thumped me in the heart.Things get better with time I hear :)

[Jack...]

yep, that's what they say. Thanks so much

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[Sami Khalil]

You bring pain into sharp focus even if she is miles away for it feels at home. You shout at the shadows to get their attention but no one answers back. A very powerful poem here Jack...............

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..........

[s y e]

// 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 //

Wow my sweet friend, this is something else - a painful write for sure. Sometimes we feel invisible but there is always someone who is there for us to make us smile and feel that little bit extra special.

You are never invisible, not to me anyway my friend. A painful read that had my heart breaking. Loved it though.

Sending squishy hugs across the pond.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sye

[Jack...]

A painful, but beautiful work here Jack, sometimes, we are just that invisible, (for me not a problem at all), when this happens, I just take my well deserved rest... I love the metaphorical effort here very much.
A great poem. I keep on reading..

- Elisa

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much.