A Lasting Disaster

A lasting disaster, always moving faster than I can keep up with. Complicating the edges of reason and the

brink of my sanity lost to vanity...falters through the levels of an intrepid night, moving at the speed of light in

the darkened clouds that loom just as I stand in a distant land and there is no return with the burnt edges of

my reasoning withstanding my place where the rain falls and falls and falls

Reviews

[Michael X]

Awsome piece, the passion displayed here is a colorful free flow that moves from one word to the next
as a reflection of polished talent. the term " a lasting disaster" speaks valumes, beautiful poem.