John Morony Poets
A group poem
If my hand had fallen into yours earlier, I might
still be holding you.
I’ll always remember what you told me:
In order to build a castle, learn how to build a
I’m excited and nervous at the same time.
I can’t wait to come home.
Listening to your echos surrounding me.
I’m sick of this jail because of the lockins.
Curiosity and patience grow longer
Awaiting an answer which feels like eternity.
I look out the window at night
And see the brick wall and the shadow
Behind the security lights which
Light up the premises to form a sparkle
Which reflects off the shiny razor wire.
I’ve realized that it’s not the time here that’s bothering me
But the time I’ve lost with you.
I need a new pen…
This is my everyday life.
I long to carry your burdens.
With a positive mentality better days await.
We’ve picked up the pieces, broken from a mirror.
We placed them so everything seems clearer.
The crushing and crowding of our space, just thee
and me no more.
How quickly this changes and crumbles.