Another day dead and gone-
Much like a promise to
Be and Stand with me against the torrent
Of rain, flooding out of an already empty
Vessel on the waves charting lost courses towards
Somewhere warm and safe
When apparently safety comes in numbers
Bigger than just one ship on
Waves of the kind of loneliness that comes from
Standing alone at the end of
Another day dead and gone.
Wrote this poem tonite, I kind of like it. We'll see...
2 comments:
ponderous. jd
Sounds like poetry is more therapeutic than show tunes. Wish you could have watched a movie with us that night.
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