Sunday, August 8, 2010

Always Reaching for that Rising Star...

By Chris Davis
December 2009

I walk along betwixt the trees
The moonlight shinning down
Through the branches
Through the thickets
Casting shadows all around
Shadows that haunt
Shadows that follow
Shadows that call my name
This must be someone’s sick and twisted
“Schadenfreude” type game
They call at me and remind me
Remind me of the things of old
And those that will never be
They taunt me
They tease me
And tell me of what could
What should
And what shouldn’t
And what shouldn’t... is me

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