Writing #3, 4

By Jeremy Kern

Furlong Walker Tasting Ivys Growing Near to Wear
Bending Down Low
Working Up a Sweat
Scrubbing My Blood off of a Broken Floor
Where Did the Time Go
I Road a Valley to an Old Growth Forrest
Meditated on the Dawn

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Peace at last
finally I said shit
words so bright I know you must’ve read it
world so dark you never had the light to grow
my sun burns bright but you tried to shut it off I think you love the darkness
evil is your comfort
all you’ve known is wicked thoughts deceptive gazes
sounding mazes with your lies and spreading fire with your thighs
tried to burn the tower down and get what’s locked inside well shit you can have it for a price
a couple of good nights a lot of nice fights and sweat lies we shot our shots
look back you might have missed it but to me it was more than an instance my world started to drown
went deeper down the water blocked out light and sound
gasping I tried to tear a hole to let my breath out
choking’s never been a reason to stop so I let you kill me
dead and gone I felt disowned then
now it’s just me but do I own it
do I own it.

 Category: "Out and About" Writing

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