I left for a moment, the words still ringing in my ears and the night still racing around my head. The blinking lights of this road are weary, dazzling in my confusion of direction. It all melts together now, drifting to and from my conscience as if a dream, it bounces around now persisting to find connectivity.
I pace now, wishing to hold still, wishing for a peace but none is found in this cool moon. If words were enough, if good intent were the drug to remedy then we could go on in a mindless bless. I feel the sting now, like ice to my lips I hasten my thoughts to flee. But they do not reside now, and like a whirl wind I'm lifted into a lonely state of dark. There is no redirection, there is no redemption, there is only the quite of this still air, there is only the torment of my dancing mind, and images of what was. I stand here, pacing, my heart tepid, searching for the end of this cool moon.
About Me
- J.L. Copeland
- I have been writing for years, but never knew that I was a writer. The expression itself was and has always been such a personal adventure that it never crossed my mind to allow others to partake in my work. I still don't call myself a writer or a poet, those titles go to the published or established, but I hope to obtain such entitlement in the very near future. But over all, I hope that I can spark some sort of discussion. Whether it's about my work and the emotions or thoughts that it has provoked, or even just about how pitful and weak my writing just might be. Either way, it is discussion and forcing some kind of thought! I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to email me at jlcope77@yahoo.com for any reason. Enjoy.
