Every breath that leaves my lips carries this lust,
This greater sense of purpose,
This gold-covered rust.
I am careful not to waste it on second chances.
My walls are built high –
No passion, no romances.
Every step that I take shakes out the darkness.
My vision turns blurry,
And the night sky turns starless.
The curved road ahead is chanting my old name.
I let it have its laughs,
Let it play its wicked games.
Every breath that leaves my lips floats like a cloud.
One more step to heaven,
One more scream from the crowd.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 