i now have another poem written from the need to have a release. though i don't think this one is nearly as good as my other one...
Dust
A wall from the right
Cast away from the light
The moon creeps through night
Colors fade and die
Wondering forever why
Dust sifts through the rafters
Wolves lament to brothers
Loons mourn their harbors
The owl serenades the mouse
To leave his house
Time waits for no man
Yet we still demand
This is getting out of hand
A moth falls from the flame
The reaper has another to claim
I see stars in the lake
They should leave before their late
The water is cold, but so is fate
I take one last glance
Then I take my chance
Why do I not cry?
Am I not about to die?
I only wanted one last try
I feel the cold ground embracing me
Here a shall lie, for a time