Graduating Tears:
A sea of students turned adults
A sea of proud parents and finery
Happy smiles and proud cheers
Or so I heard.
Seated from the empty house
In an even emptier street.
I sit here, from my windowsill spot as
I watch the clouds roll over the sky
They tink their wine glasses
I wait until the melancholy passes.
They graduate one by one,
I wait for all my pieces to come undone.
I'll wait to stick them back together
But for now I'm alone
As they rejoice
I prepare for the unknown
~J.K.M
Smoke Under The Clothes Line:
I wait in the night air
Legs tucked under one another on concrete.
The breeze lifts the tendrils of hair
I let hang down to meet
The smoke rising from the cigarette always
Lodged in my hand
A long drag
under the clothes line
As I watch the sky expand
The stars coming out to meet
The arrival of my desolation
Mourning everything that once was
~J.K.M
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
PoetryPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
