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Title: The Future (Letting Go) View count: 5 Rating: 0 (0 ratings) Description: I used to hold the future in the palm of my hand. I used to squeeze it tightly, just to feel it grip my youth. I used to hold the future, but now its holding you. She said the sunrise would not come back, unless you begged it to. She said the sun is feeling bitter, for how you were looking at the moon. She said we better make up soon, or start burning candles in our bedroom. I used to wear my past as a cape around my neck. Its black sticky surface collected everything we met. But its weight became too heavy and I was choking on its mass. So I cut the past to pieces and wore the best parts that I liked. But my past swells up every day, so I have to clean it every night. I used to hold the future, but now its holding me. It shakes me every morning. Its pinching off my dreams. It whispers that Im getting older and that it might let go real soon. I love the sunshine, baby. I like it when you rise. You make me feel so fevered that I have to hide inside. So do not feel jealous, if the moon reminds me of how you shine. I used to be afraid of what the future held for me. I used to stay up late worried and I used to bow my head to pray. But now the sun has risen, and it is the future that is afraid. I am living for my final verdict— and I will take the future to my grave. I am living for the fashion— and I am dying for the pay. Copyright 2009 Matt Kane www.cantstanza.com Tags: poetry, poem, seattle, chicago, Author: mattkaneart |
