Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Just Row.

For:Jolene

The Door.
It closes.
The light.
It recedes.

Your eyes.
They darken.
Your life.
In need.

Those waves they crash.
Right into you.
The tears.
They fall.

Your heart.
It calls.
This masterpiece.
Will fall apart.

You're short of breath.
You've got with drawls.

This isn't gonna be easy.
Your emotions.
They're all poses.

Curtains being hung.
Windows being closed.

Those flat-footed shores.
You see where you were before.
This leaves you.
Begging for more.

The pain.
It burns.
You're heart.
It longs...It yearns.

Life will seem pointless.
Your eyes will fill.
Your fists will clench.

But know there's that special bench.
Sit down and let go.
Take up life's boat.

Just Row.

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