![]() Stamen to RoseA Poem by PerditionImagine a highway Red settled Rusty legged Groaning Wailing ghosts out of the hour of engine Here You turn to snap your icon
instance Blinded by Devil’s dust fiddling in your
hair You have come for your crossing
All hums drone in the wear You steer this Best you can Scarcely knowledge of
awareness There is no chance for back No offers in anything Only you and real Something you’ve seen for
most of every year Eating away the gloss and
permanence of your teeth and heart The radio chimes in chances But still a warning too late
Imagine This highway and you No points of confusion Discussion No debating over truth It’s in the wheels It’s in the weight and way
you feel it Like bullets of summer raining
through your mind It boils and blurs you
On the shoulder you notice
odd roses Notes and crosses for a
shorter life Balloons challenging your
mark You can almost hear their
questions
You push the pedal into
tomorrow Running toward the stiff
arms of autumn In your hand All lies have been viscously
cut away
Imagine this See it as the moment You become alive © 2015 PerditionReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 2, 2015 Last Updated on September 3, 2015 Author![]() PerditionVAAboutIf I remain beyond the hour, I'll try and bring more, but more to the barrel of truth, as noble and silent as I can muster and for those who may not know, I chose long ago to use this name "Perdition".. more..Writing
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