Night NoiseA Poem by Jen WaltersI sit in the dark Watching the moon climb its arc. I listen to the crickets Deep within the thickets. A black veil covers me Its all I can ever see. I am part of the night I hope it stays the night. How do I move on? With the sun dead and gone I don't know where I belong Or where my soul has been all along I remain dead and buried. My head has planted the seed. Still the harder I look to see The more I cannot be. I sit in the dark Watching the moon climb its arc. I cannot wait to see If there is a chance of sunlight for me.
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1 Review Added on July 25, 2015 Last Updated on July 25, 2015 AuthorJen WaltersHuntingdon, PAAboutI am an amateur poet seeking to be published in a newspaper column or magazine, so that hopefully a major publisher will pick me up and I can turn my work into a work of art. I am 34 newly married an.. more..Writing
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