James Kelley Poet Free verse

I Will Carry the Moon

Is it just that I seize the throe of your peer's pluck?
 
I, your most faithful servant come calmly into 
your womb of beauty, only to be chaffed by the lack
of it's current.
 
Is it I, that makes the flower wither? 
 
I have broken such before,
under heavy moons I thought
not worth the weight of ponder.
 
My young heart, defeated by its own selfishness. 
 
Will your anger be my penance for the sins
of nights spent without what I have been so 
certain was to be my salvation? 
 
Hell is surely your fury,
for nothing has ever been
as arduous as the slip of 
our comfort.
 
And yet, I cannot let it fall, not this.
 
Not us. 
 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Poet Tacito January 28, 2014 at 8:35 AM This. Mind-blowing. This writing intently questions the meaning of sacrifice & love. Was it all really worth it in the end? I don't wanna know because, if this falls, I will hate the answer. That's the message here. This goes WAY beyond "interesting"... James Kelley January 28, 2014 at 6:14 PM Thanks Drake! -brofist-

Robert Pettit January 28, 2014 at 2:20 AM An interesting write.