jack green (Chattanooga, Tennessee)
Through the rain of despair and hollowed heart.
Treads my shadowed possibility torn apart.
In vain I chase my ruin so sweet the taste.
Never knowing my efforts will be such a waste.
I can hear the crashing surf on distant shore
Knowingly hiding from what I am searching for.
This ship of folly on a course with no port of call.
Eaten by barnacles and weathered by the squalls.
Through it all quit never crossed my mind.
Even though failure ripened on the vine.
I picked the fruit and cast the stone.
Captured the devil acquired his throne
Gave my all winning nothing in return.
Servicing the shadow nothing learned.
Certain tomorrow brings sunny skies.
Certainty is just another word for lies.
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