The Fading Moon By Jasen Sousa
The Fading Moon
Like a man without a home singing a sweet tune under a fading moon,
the center of my world is growling.
Heading underground hoping my ride will arrive soon,
my pupils looking for light, pacing and prowling.
My life starts moving, conducted by a sound which has become annoyingly soothing.
Comfort is not part of my day, so I choose to stand
near a young man with white strings that sing, his eyes closed, grooving.
Clinging to a pole, my athletically, aging, elderly hand.
The dusty bolder like books in my bag make my shoulders sag.
My cluttered brain, how much more information can it retain?
My fractured unfortunate frame I no longer wish to drag.
Inside the rumbling I hear a familiar voice, “next stop,” call out a familiar name.
The doors swang open loud to a gang banging crowd,
who greet you with spiteful, sweaty stares.
Like a bull, making my way through the heap one by one as I’m allowed,
I step over sections of a broken mirror, skipping up subway stairs.
Not noticing how old I am becoming, the toll of all the running, I sigh without regret.
Slanting slightly upon my spot, back propped on a quaint wall, paint always freshly wet.
Standing alone next to a silhouette of a young couple dancing under an orange sky, and yet
no one else knows of the only place in the entire city where the sun will never set.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
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Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)
Like a man without a home singing a sweet tune under a fading moon,
the center of my world is growling.
Heading underground hoping my ride will arrive soon,
my pupils looking for light, pacing and prowling.
My life starts moving, conducted by a sound which has become annoyingly soothing.
Comfort is not part of my day, so I choose to stand
near a young man with white strings that sing, his eyes closed, grooving.
Clinging to a pole, my athletically, aging, elderly hand.
The dusty bolder like books in my bag make my shoulders sag.
My cluttered brain, how much more information can it retain?
My fractured unfortunate frame I no longer wish to drag.
Inside the rumbling I hear a familiar voice, “next stop,” call out a familiar name.
The doors swang open loud to a gang banging crowd,
who greet you with spiteful, sweaty stares.
Like a bull, making my way through the heap one by one as I’m allowed,
I step over sections of a broken mirror, skipping up subway stairs.
Not noticing how old I am becoming, the toll of all the running, I sigh without regret.
Slanting slightly upon my spot, back propped on a quaint wall, paint always freshly wet.
Standing alone next to a silhouette of a young couple dancing under an orange sky, and yet
no one else knows of the only place in the entire city where the sun will never set.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)