I can't believe it,
The way things sway.
Find myself in a pit,
Then cloud nine in a day.
My moon wanes,
A new moon waxes.
The new moon causes pains,
The old again flounces.
I reach new heights,
To fall to new lows.
I see brightest lights,
Find only shadows.
Where is the dock
I can tie on?
I have no rock
To lean upon.
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I definitely like this one.
ReplyDeleteFor me poetry really needs imagery.