Someone Else's Writing

Today I happened

Across a poem

Which I had never seen.

It talked about the

Depth of human

Experience and life.

I was jealous of it.

Within me, burning.

Envy inside.

Perhaps jealousy is

Just as valid,

Not all life is pretty.

Your face is lovely,

As is the sky,

But to easily described.

Mirrin M. Mhone, 4/4/13

In Between

I wander through the twilight,

Out of reach of day

I chase the sunset.

In the light of justbeforedawn

I am trapped.

Feeling cold embraces.

In the afternoon

I crave for the sun

And it’s warm kiss.

At the death of light

I truly feel alive; reveling

In desperate thought.

It is always too late

For tomorrow,

Too early for today.

The light hits me

In the darkness.

There are no kisses

For me.                                                                                               

Mirrin N. Mhone, 4/3/13