Drawing the LineA Poem by PeteA baby is born. An old man dies. They both cry. Rejoicing and mourning. Amidst the spurious in-betweens. Truth. Lies. Crosses and cravings. Joy and sadness. Sickness and health. Faith and fear. Fantastical forked tongues. Dancing and swaying to a twisted song. Dwelling on the fringe. Hamsters running on wheels. Treadmills that never stop. Kneeling confessions and laughing at the moon. Letting go of the rope on the tire swing over the murky water. Curtain calls and changing channels. Strangers smiling while clutching knives behind their backs. A true friend is gold. We finally let down our guards. Greeting the demons that visit in the dark. Time is of the essence. Everything is funny and nothing is humorous. Enough was enough a long time ago. You can't run from yourself. Love trumps everything in the sly game. In the end, it is all there is. All that matters. Empty pockets can't weigh you down. You can have nothing and everything. The tide threatens nearby and my hands tremble as I ... ... draw the line ...
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3 Reviews Added on August 15, 2017 Last Updated on August 16, 2017 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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