The next best thingA Poem by Jack...
The next best thing Dark shadows hug the ceiling Like so many helium balloons Carelessly released by a child Reaching for the next best thing Eventually they will fall weary Cascading in monochrome misery Suffocating my empty world In languishing latex and rubber And I sit on the cold floor waiting Staring above at my timely demise Finally coming to the realization I am not the next best thing © 2014 Jack...Reviews
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Added on March 10, 2014Last Updated on March 10, 2014 AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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