Saturday, May 16, 2009

When I Wake

I wake up every morning
I have to convince myself
To take my last breath
I have dark days stuffed in my pockets
The moon peaks over my shoulder
Reveals my end
I don't know if I can love myself
To meet the end
Cracked side walks litter my past
I try to walk forward fast
My shadow lingers slow
I hope I can walk long enough
To reach the furthest point of me
To be free


jrg Dec 08
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee

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