w o r d s q u a r r y
Poetry of the Hunt

Chasing the unseen depths,
the flipped-over truth,
fuelled by a belief
that rapidly appears,
before a single word
could be spoken,
shaping and shifting everything.
Unsettling memories
linger just beneath the surface.
Wounds that cut so deep they bleed,
taking hold of
every aching bone.
One day gone, one day drawing near.
Riding the rollercoaster's dips and climbs,
never certain when I'll arrive
where dawn ignites in crimson hues.
Some days just breeze by
everything clicks from the start
a bright spark beneath screeching tires.
Other days are a slog
like a cart horse
stumbling, misdirecting, and whining.
Looking forward to tomorrow,
to recapture all the missed connections,
they drift in the stale air
hoping to coalesce
into something beautiful,
becoming part of the narrative
persevering through every challenge.
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...


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