from my eyes the tears now glide
trusting no one, only me
what I know, what I believe
in the heavens, clouds make forms
from the hives the bees now swarm
mine for an hour, not for days
leaving me in many ways
never in heaven, when I do pray
skies not blue but dark, dark gray
I'm not one to believe in luck
sometimes love can truly suck
if I find the answer, I'll let you know
smoke drifts up from stone cold coals
when I awake from this bad dream
my throat is dry with silent screams
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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