Another Way To Look At Things
The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.
Taking hold of something new. Oh so nervous.
The grass seems to be dying again.
The dead trees grow, spiraling toward heaven.
Retreat to the past, feelings fluttering back inside.
The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.
Pains throbbing, back aching. No that’s the heart.
Scarf warming, winter chill, feeding the menace.
The grass seems to be dying again.
Purple flowers emanating thoughts of sorrow.
Bleeding into the pens ink. Taking back to the cosmos.
The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.
Moist ground, morning holds such beauty.
Fountains of white gold, fill the mind. Euphoric.
The grass seems to be dying again.
Stuttering fears hold back. Contemplating suicide.
Breaking the silence with a scream, painful outcry
The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.
The grass seems to be dying again.
Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2006
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