General Poetry posted November 30, 2004 Chapters:  ...16 17 -18- 19... 


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A chapter in the book If The Jester Cried At Night

The Conscious Act Of Dwelling

by mrgrunty

A tear is rising,
in the corner of my eye.
The wanton feel of longing,
as people say goodbye.

A fear surprising,
as you find the will to live.
Just waiting for the moment,
to know there's more to give.

My thoughts deriding,
just like anchors drag me down.
A captain sailing oceans,
for paradise I'm bound.

A treasure hiding,
through the forest and the trees.
It's true I'll never see it,
with thoughts of make believe.

The truth in writing,
can be made to fit the mood.
I hold the darkness ransom,
with rising attitude.

An age deciding,
if it's plus or less I'll be.
My down-time spent in question,
the hero must be me.

Life is for loving,
for the better or for worse.
I understand my feelings,
I'm making my own curse.

A tear is drying,
in the centre of my mind.
I'm groping in the distance,
for love that I will find.

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