Purple CurtainsA Poem by Judas HammerI returned back to my former home of San Pedro. When I go there it felt as if she turned her back on me.
Purple Curtains It was different I made it to the end of the 110 I took a left On Gaffey The familiar felt unfamiliar The place I called home Was now Foreign The misty cloud held onto Palos Verdes Like great white dragons I walked to Cabrillo but stopped Short I no longer felt the desire I lost the lust I sat on a bench And drifted To a short nap When I awoke The horizon Appeared the color of grape jelly Like huge Purple curtains The clouds hung in the Sky Like a great partition between Land and sea I walked to my car It no longer felt like home I felt like a visitor With no place To go © 2011 Judas HammerReviews
|
Stats
2445 Views
62 Reviews Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on September 16, 2011Last Updated on September 18, 2011 AuthorJudas HammerThe City of Angeles, CAAboutI like to write, live in La and write and make short films. and more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|