Day and Night

The days are long, the nights are longer

No ones dead but I’m a mourner

Soul is fractured, Heart is shattered, Mind is out of order

Everything is in disarray

Up is down, left is right

What once felt like the warm kiss of day

Now brings the cold embrace of lonely night

A monster that lurks just out of sight

It whispers out my deepest fears, you were almost happy but no not quite

This creature fills me with dread and try’s to turn my heart to spite

I stand and fight

But I’ve fought for you so long, I grow weary

Spirit waning the world seems dreary

I once stood with pride at your side, now I kneel broken, eyes are teary

Pain pours out making raging rivers

Tracing paths of smiles long gone

Every drop reminding me of what I’ve lost

To earn it back I’d pay any cost

But love is not a commodity to be traded or bought

To try and try it appears all for naught

The sun is gone it will rise no more

So I sis and question, what is it that I’m living for?

-James Richard McGeown the 3rd

A Night

Minds made up, down for the task/ Grab the mask/ Pick up the clip load bullet after bullet/ Hold it, cock it, safety off all you gotta do is pull it/ Face covered up flip the hood on/ Gloves pulled tight, shut the lights, lock the door and he’s gone/ The wolf is on the prowl/ Eyes hungry the sound of the gloves tightening is a snarl, scuff of the shoes is a growl/ Slinkin from shadow to shadow/ Cars cruising by hear the tin can rattle/ Buzz as the street lights flicker up above like the sound of bees/ Hear the wind as the it whispers through the trees/ Then suddenly one man walkin alone he speeds in for the kill, a quick gun buck knocks him to his knees/ They meet eyes and this hunter sees/ Someone’s father, someone’s brother/ He has a wife, he has a mother/ The shadows shifting, the lights flicker/ The bees buzzin, the trees whisper/ Eyes harden, Fingers tighten, heart beats quicker/ BOOM/ A ring of thunder, a flash of lightning/ Followed by stillness almost real enough to feel/ Then a quick rustle followed by the pounding of some feet/ Then the quiet of the night returns/ The buzzing of the bees, the whispers of the trees, the rattles of the cans, but not a single heart beat….-James Richard McGeown the 3rd