The Moon At Night Shines Like A Sun

Posted: September 20, 2013 in Poetry
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SLOW

this morphine drip
her scent
comes through
in wisps
& time
stinks like a
coffin, the
red satin
fabric folded

ALL IN THE NOW

SO

from the past
we can flee
but when we
run we run
into the
future yet
again confront
the past
there exists

NO PAST PERFECT

THOUGH

this tangled
web we weave
will entangle
& seize
our right to
have a soul
have hope
stay changed
/till you can

ONE DAY BREAK FREE

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Comments
  1. Lisa Gilliam says:

    I really like this one

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