
Wane
by Jason John Bartholomew
I cast all my hexes in the void of the moon
so they can’t go anywhere.
it makes me feel better
but I need them to fail
because I’m not allowed to
strike you down
no matter how vapid or rabid
I’m not allowed to…
though I’ve no doubt I could.
I am becoming formidable.
I cast all my blessings at the dark of the moon
because everyone I know could use a new beginning,
and it’s nice sometimes to be alone
and be the only glow in the room.
I will reap what I chose to sow.
may you also come to know many things.
I close my eyes and I can hear forever
forever sounds a little like the ocean.
no one will ever know the sacrifice
cost only a tear at the edge of my heart
like a bookmark
reminding me…
something beautiful
the man with the black book comes around again
always asking me am I saved?Always I answer
“Sir, I don’t know what that means.”
all I know is…
I am safe.
