The North

The Lightening bug

If I shine my light on you, would you share your blues? When it gets dark, it’s not a pretty view. Have you heard from the shadows yet? I bet we’ve already met. Believe me, we’re best friends. Yet, they leave me as soon as the luminescence ends.

I run towards my impending doom, navigating my way through. A lost bird with no aim, I crave stability and fame. A few along the way asked me where I stayed, I pointed North and said “that way, far far away”. Walk with me now, let’s head home; to them, I lied but you, you’re home.

I’ve been walking forever, alone. I have a heart and it’s made of stone.

In collaboration with Bhhaaarrrraattthhh

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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