Chris Magazine

Just like Def Poetry, but without the flow
or Mos Def hosting...

my heart sits heavy tonight
I know not why
separation perhaps
trouble ahead
maybe it's my own thoughts
that betray me into this dark well
I have no means out
the walls seem too slick to climb
too high to jump
and the light at the top
is merely a dim,
distant star
whose light
comes from a time
long ago