Gone - The Jack Wood

addicted to self-distraction

misunderstood

jack’s bone is our hollow

food for wood

my long neck, my jar

frozen as a stone

i was there.

i am here.

i will be gone

reflected meanings

the sign from above

my care, my devotion,

voices of love

don’t be scared so much

don’t let them see

water is deep

it’s deeper than you know

and there’s nothing there —

gone.