Thursday, May 27, 2010


When I get down
I want to give up

I don't look forward
To going back

Where everything
Means nothing

When I look within
What am I without

Don't want to be first
But will that last

The moon is full
But I am empty

My heart is heavy
In the bright light

The wait is not over
In the weight I'm under


Cheryl said...

Melancholy, but gorgeous word twists.

John said...

You know me, Cheryl. Melancholy is what brings the words to the fore.

Cheryl said...

Yes, I do know that about you. I'm kind of the same way--perhaps that's why I have writer's block lately. Too happy. :)