Of Dreams and Desolution: The Poetry of J. Douglas Stephenson

Trigger

Trigger

Mourning walk in the morning glories

Complicated by the hands of time, gone by

We'd trade it all for life less forlorning

For just a second chance to make it worth our time

Still, all the pieces of the burning envy

Fueling disaster left for years in lost dreams

To be the sum of all the prayers forgotten

And never knowing if your words were wasted

You're just a pawn in every perfect prelude

Gorgeous, yes, but even more in the way you

Hold me tight before you pull the trigger

Squeeze the life, squeeze it right out of my chest

J Douglas Stephenson