Poem By Kiona Pearson
I caught the black moon rising
and I looked but turned away
on the verge of a sick rending
It's better to forget that day.
Just like a fairy tale's scrapped ending
as the cliffs are on the rise,
just like a man in mourning
after a good girl flies.
I sing a song of white lies
When the crows are calling crows
and you sleep in strangling ties.
Just like a bad dream's waking woes
as the darkness slowly fades to grey,
Just like the feeling that you find
when the good things go away.
I wear a dire heart of chances
and briers in the hand
we look up at starry emptiness
It's like a swim in seas of sand.
Just when you thought you'd seen it all
and all the things before
Just when you grasped the life you want
It slowly loses form.