constantly wondering...
did I do wrong?
not know the words,
to all of your songs
dancing in darkness
waiting for the curtain
to rise from backstage
an understudies role
no acting on my part
pulling on key phrases
the hidden truths
that you refute,
keeping lines straight
every poem counts
what I learned
from that whole mess
at a high cost; and
mistrust of all others
I learned, once again, to believe
in the bright, full moon
where everything
is bathed in soft light and truth
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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