Shooters

I’m so tired of being your scapegoat.
You’re so tired of hearing my blame go
in one ear and out the other one.
So, I walk all alone to this place.
In the dark I hide
the pain on my face,
where the cars don’t drive
and the deer walk by.
I light a candle on the grave
of a good old friend.
And I think to myself
in such a selfish way.

I’ve been staring at stars
for three straight nights.
Been looking for the shooters,
but all I see are satellites.

I’m so tired of fussing
and the fighting too.
You’re so tired
of the weed and my attitude.
So, I walk all alone to this place.
In the dark I hide
the shame on my face.
In the living room with the candles
and the incense burning.
Sad love songs, emotions,
and the fears start running.
Looking out the window
unhappy with today’s unfolding.
Telling myself
tomorrow’s gonna be all right.

I’ve been staring at stars
for three straight nights.
Been looking for the shooters,
but all I see are satellites.

— leest1 —

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About Lee Stone -leest1-

The world is changing: Stand for Something. Soporte Para Algo. Independent Poet/Artist. Portland, OR · http://facebook.com/sonstone
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2 Responses to Shooters

  1. Backdoor says:

    dopishness

  2. Ria Robinson says:

    This was deep and I enjoyed reading it. =)

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