Tag: poetry

Chasing the Moon

there's a life
I dream of leading
when I'm here:
          body on the brink of broken,
          spirit shaken,
          mind unable to create,
          one throbbing ache
          an open pain
I bleed for everyone,
so they won't bleed themselves -
the thought of helping
a small salve on the wounds -

I see this dream clearly,
as I see the light in your eyes,
I want to go there,
I want to take you,
but I am spent,
lacking the energy to chase dreams,
for now, 
I'll save a thought
for hope;
one day soon
I'll chase down the moon
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Uncertain

no certainties in life
except that we shall die,
this inevitable end is enough -

I would fill my time with life,
with the actions that make me come alive -
not a second can be dead,
that comes later -

now I would feel
the depth of great love,
the hollow pain of terrible loss,
the warm embrace of the sun,
the piercing cold of dark winter,
the hope of a spring breeze -
now, I would be alive
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