Grass Is Not Greener Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Her life is filled with the euphoria of love that her eyes cannot escape.

She dreams of his dwelling place within the sound of her weeping willow.

Her NASCAR days of love create pit stops for her lover to mount her curves.

His pedal of action packed movement slowed her throttle of formation.

Sensing her chain reaction of dangerous roads ahead he swiftly eludes her barren land.

She loses sight of his spectacular crashes into her night and finds intense waterfalls.

Craving this drive for unlimited rides she abandons his love for Pandora's Box.

Moving faster with her unknown assailant she is reckless with her nights.

The Trojan horse of nights passed is now the grave of her ecstasy.

Her indispensable heart is now a canopy of frustrations that time will not heal.

Walking in the sting of his love she is now the holder of the package.

Her tears are heard around the world with each heartbeat of her soul.

With this sickness she now declares life has no meaning under the sun.

Standing on borrowed time she learned in death to come the grass is not greener.


Written by Theodore Mosley
March 6,2017