Disturbed Reasons

June Lunare
Look under your eyes
Down at yourself
As you stand there,
Unearthed from the browness.
Darkness prevails
And rolls through the clouds that soar above you.
Laugh at the light
That shines through them.
Icky, sticky, smelly rain
Pours down on you.
And you think all you can,
Think
Til
You return
To the home bent
beneath you,
bent by the shovel
That lays by the man
That lies himself against the ground,
Cold and motionless.
But all shall return
When the dance breaks
Tonight.
Disturbed,
Your reasonings
Will perish
From time.

Published by June Lunare

I am fond of cemetaries because I think they are beautiful. I love writing, especially poetry and short stories. I tend to write chapter by chapter rather than the whole story first.  View profile

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