#290
Under our moon
i sat and i waited
she sat high
as full as i am with love
my back against the bark
of ancient oak
sipping their leaves
resting above their bones
living loud
with the quiet ones
waiting waiting for my silent one
#291
That grip, that clutch
cool nausea around my spin,
i’m held fast to my seat,
i’m unraveling exponentially,
time is cruel, time is quick
i’m stuck in a moment
that i can’t get past.
#292
While i do believe that everything
is for everyone, that all
barriers are at best figments,
at worst irrelevant obstacles,
i do want you to need this,
while i want you to have this free
i want you to want to exchange
your everything for it, and by your
everything i only mean your most precious,
the greatest of all, your moments and minutes,
your attention beyond the seconds before you,
the hours leading to, and the years beyond,
i want you to have this, as much as i
i also want you to want to have it, as much as i
want to not care whether or not you care, and yet,
i do. i care so much. So here are the words.
Here is my pen. And here are you. Here is my gratitude,
and a reminder, that you, you were worth every second.
#293
Unease doesn’t get easier
sitting alone in the dark,
when the light switch is broken
and you’ve nothing to do but wait
wait for a dawn that hasn’t been arriving
wait for the moment your patience
falters, and you stand and give up,
if you’re to be awake and afraid,
awake and uncomfortable, might as well
forgo sleep, might as well stand and move,
or not, how to rest when you need rest
but are drowning in unrest, these
are the thoughts i wrestle with alone,
in an uneasy darkness.
#294
That weight it sits
pulling on my eyelids
as the ticking nears midnight
my body tired, mind, reeling,
oh may the hours simply breath,
may my mind wander without
wasting moments to rest,
may my phone ring, let divinity
intervene, hear the heavens,
or the next closest thing, let
the answers answer, let the night end.
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-Mr. Write