Lines.

I've spent a lot of time on this. There are at least 6 different drafts of this but I finally finished it.

The dripping pavement below my feet

the cracks shriveling in between

Distinct is the lines in my view

Passing arrows and signs over statues

The people unknown roam and course throughly

Sinning and kneeling over lack of remorse

Loathing those tied to a noose

Stuck in the nooks of the seduced and abused

Wine on their breath like mine

Made in the vines between the waistline

The smell of alpine on the shore

Pours in through the harbor

Intent for the end is only the extent for content

It can't be prevented for life is only an asset

Repent for the torment spent 

Like cement fragments left out of context

Author's Note

I really tried my best on this. It took me a while to finish. Like always constructive Criticism is welcomed.

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is great work, I would be happy with this version love lol
This gives me a feeling of being disjointed, in a good way!
It is hard hitting, the imagery is with such impact, sends the reader reeling!
Job well done, I would say hon!
xx