"I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands." - Psalm 143:5

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Poetically Expressing Myself - Daylight



I chew on the crust of a
broken dream.
Trying to follow the crumbs
back to the beginning.

When did it become a fairy tale?
A fable?
A tall tale of adventure in the woods,
lost and alone,
instead of revelation?

I face the wolf of failure
with an axe of my own.
It is not a quick end but it is
quick enough.

I see with daylight
in my vision.
Bringing this dream to
an end.

Jay Cookingham 6-17-2011


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