Stephen Carey Poems
When I am standing still,
I can see that pathway
And the three running from me.
I feel triply betrayed.
I suppose the next time
I am in that pathway
And someone asks a question,
I should give an answer.
When I think of the reason,
When we were in the pathway,
That the others ran from me,
I can't believe they thought that.
A few misunderstandings and misconceptions,
And now everyone is running from me.
There are none who have stayed near me,
Everything is abnormal and beyond comprehension.
Sometimes I find myself running ...
A Glass Of Water
A glass of water sat on a book of poems,
Hiding the moon,
Pointing out the angels,
Jutting out of the window.
An ominous feeling fills the air.
The moon being covered darkens the room.
The glass is removed from atop the book.
No ring of liquid is left on the book,