HinderA Poem by getinthecarplease...and I am asleep with euphoric visions clutching at the cloth. Reaching for my bed with vile flares in the mosaic of my froth. ...and I am awake with Adonis flattering Aphroditian runes (in the heart of June). Where a moment staggers and plagues a mind with challenges void amid the rising dunes (where no purpose blooms). ...and I am alive with harbors prompting suicide; unknown and astray yet familiar somehow, someway. ...and I am dead with solace flowing gently as the rice creek. Standing colorless and naught shines brightly as the meek yet I am gray and crashed on the furrowed bleak. When the couplets mend in glorious dawns of fiery prose, then the songs are knotted with love like angels dancing in my doze.© 2016 getinthecarplease |
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