A Shot In The Dark

Poem By O.S. Brooks

As if shot from a canon
I pressed against the wind
And my heart stopped in flight
For I was taken again
By memories of love lost and the pleasures she brought
As if shot from a canon
I charished lessons she taught
And before I fell-she was gone...I fell,
I fell hard like rain on windsheilds through Washington
and tears from lovers unjoined
I fell, thinking of her
missing her touch, her kiss, and the moments between our sexual-silence
I fell, For she was all I ever wanted
Yet, I couldn't handle the truth
'She was the best thing that ever came in to my life'
Now my soul has turned blue
I don't know why it's the wrong women I chose'
'I don't know why it's the wrong women I chose'
'-As if shot from a canonI pressed against the
Letting it's cool calm breeze get under my skin
I'm under my pen
It's words press continuous-sometimes strenuous letters of love pain
O' is lost in a realm where he's gone insane
That fact crammed my eyelids with an unbearable stain till tears fell thick like ink notes over a five bar scale and poetry off of my lips spoken over the rain
Now, I'm getting over the pain
Over being shot from a canon
Pressed against the wind
I long to be shot toward Balad
For I'm missing her again

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