Lost on the Mountain

Lost on the Mountain

A Poem by A Jackson

When the moon sets upon the ageing Earth
Casting a dim light over all
Few seconds repeat, no day, no night
A stillness sits on the mountain.
A foreign language is spoken, shaking the trees
The wind is all that's survived
The Earth that used to reap such life
Is trapped in the darkness of light.
The echo of silence that dawns on a hill
Sitting lonely beneath the moon
They wander the plains each day to explore
In search of a brother of mine.

© 2014 A Jackson

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Added on May 26, 2014
Last Updated on May 26, 2014


A Jackson
A Jackson

Birmingham, United Kingdom

Born and raised in Birmingham, Britain’s second city, I’m a real city girl through and through. As an account manager for a marketing agency, I have mainly focused my professional writing .. more..

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