Soft scratches alert
To hear you
That you are there
Until you aren’t
And I wait
As any caged prey would do
For a return
Or consequence
Of proportions beyond me
Or anything
Even the moth runs from the flame
While perched on the door
Waiting for eternity
Or just the day.
Sounds of sandpaper rubbing-
Walking through drying fields
Drops escaping the puddle
As toes remember their feel.
Noises promise company-
Loneliness weighs on shoulders . . .
Walking up high for peace-
Leaves the body feeling colder.
Pieces fit into the puzzle-
Broken as eggshells on the floor . . .
Knowing something is different
Failing to prove the more.
Regard all hidden realities-
Ending fantasy’s game . . .
And while truth stands in sight-
The mind hides it just the same.
Callused by logic
Confined by youth
Ignorance for fun
Pain to soothe.
No lack of hope
Just wrong and right
Deaf to No
Up for a fight.
Alone with silence
A past staying awake…
Good deeds punished
While watching you break.
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
Author River Dixon
Never get lost in the Sauce
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Poésie sous les étoiles
Life, Inspiration, Motivation
Poetry and Stories by Zach Jackson
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
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