my foreshadow

Jackson Greer
Poets Unlimited
Published in
1 min readMar 7, 2017
barbed vines

longing to long for the feeling again
to know how to know how to be a man

to try to satisfy the insatiable desire
to tame the rage of the consuming fire

blinded by the glaring white light
that comes from the battle with an army of “might”

how to know how to decide of virtues
when the collection of voices provides no clues

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