The Moon

So this is what
It has come to

Winter closes
Sprits die

Another year
Another story

Everything
Still
In
A
Shadow
Of
A
Dream

Another year
Another story

What will happen
This time

This time
Around

There was a time
Where i felt the rage
The intensity

A whirlwind
Caught in the
Updraft

She took off somewhere
And never came back
I wonder sometimes
Where she is now
And what she's doing
Or if she's ok

Then i look down
And realise
I'm flying
But there's no wind
Beneath my feet

The fire consumed
And has died
Smouldering ashes
Turning into some
Melted charcoal

The winds have stopped
The storm has passed on

Everything is so still
So quiet
In this part of my mind

Is this where i end?

I can't help but think
My dreams are myths
Littered on those
Tapsteries

I am no more
But then again
I am no less

Whatever bird
That littered my cage
Has flowm
Far and away

Somewhere free

People like to
Discard this home
Here in me

People keep coming
Keep leaving

I keep believing
I keep the hurt
That's left





Poetry by jacy
Read 547 times
Written on 2006-01-31 at 11:42

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