Thursday, October 17, 2019

last stand

the only light from a crescent moon
darkness covers what used to be
what I once wanted slips away
a truer heart has now found me

silence grows like a young tree
roots far north in desert sand
what I had has shriveled and died
as you make your one last stand

comparison was what you sought
curiosity made you look
lustfully you took a chance
then closed the chapter on that book
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Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

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