Entrenched

Entrenched

A Poem by Bran Bedw

Jaded by the cruel, by the long miles

See with but glances, cardboard smiles

 

Walk through a ghost town, faces lacking life

Toy with the idea that this life is but strife

 

Gambled and lost, stuck in a rut

Paired with a stone, heart tight shut

 

A dirty old man, seems destined for me

Stuck shackled to her, unable to be free

 

But from time to time, as it seems…

A young fiery soul’s eyes flash hot beams

 

Into this soul of ice jaded by time

Torturing with hope, drunk on wine

 

Do you see me?

© 2013 Bran Bedw


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Bran Bedw
Bran Bedw

Webster, TX



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