![]() The journey into midnightA Poem by PerditionI use to walk these roads towards midnight silent as the rising moon no door or star to beckon no pace or hand to hold Just a shell that palace beyond my memory where the summers have descended unrepaid Inside the city's mill I listen to the isotopes at sway every pallet emptied and unreplaced every radioactive remainder laid stripped to the ion withering beneath the bone
I've walked these streets before passing the crackling bulbs of a homeless street lamp they've known my name from the whispers of the wilderness they've heard my days ripped from their meaning they offer me a bellow for the chill back home Once there I'll listen for another sound those wounds that use to show a mind that could scream like thunder and its marking of life made in the crimson of blood and snow And further still farther away the price from year to year seemed to follow no longer the meat attached to bone no longer the willingness proposed Out there I saw a high limbed tower out there I felt an indigene a crypt where my name could rest and grow it called as if unaware and soon the dawn lifted in laughter as I stood from the seeds into self Yes, I've walked these road towards midnight no stranger to the dark wandering over the miles to a home that once dreamed a kinder friend now, a dizzy heart in the city alone left to find some graceful end © 2023 PerditionReviews
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1 Review Added on April 24, 2023 Last Updated on August 5, 2023 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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