Thursday, February 13, 2014

Dark Nature



When I realized that these eyes have seen much suffering 
Living but empty 
I guess this is what death feels like 
When my soul weeps outside me 
Outside the core that is me 
I’ve loved and lost 
Seems as if death follows me riding a white horse with red eyes 
Eyes that lit a fire at one time 
Now I sit here alone 
Waiting on my time 
  
To either die or shine 
  
Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2014 

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