ages end/lonely city, find your wayA Poem by RuseInexliving, toiling wandering through life's maze, sweet bliss state of mindthe maw of dark opened wide its cavernous jaws to swallow alive the wayward intruders stumbled through straits of vegas' hellish halls of heats impaled hearts pierced through roulette's' wheel boarded fast track plane back home slammed in the crucible of the grind human flesh ground powdered placed themselves, their molecules swept in civilization's wild wind rats' race some crawled out of storm none the less, some drowned in flooding debt traveled lost, far over vast scapes of salty water to land ashore; the jagged reach of broken cliffs basin of eternal drought and listless death narrow fjord, ice cold wet missed their course, forgotten ages 'go, boarded rat race storm none the less, some drowned in floods of debt spent, out of body fuel all abandoned, left alone shipwrecked on city's streets of gold, foreign shore won the lotteries' sticky fly traps thoughts would take them back to the basin, almost had forgotten how they'd barely made it home alive tattered torn bruised battered scarred in face of broken bones no help nearby, no paramedics, vastly far the wretched time, live or die electric pain let come what may might wonder how made it thus far perhaps 'tis time to let it all go plummet cliffs depths, sweet fall seek seaweed krill, softly wrapped suffer salt sickness, search delusion illusion's elusive grasp, shattered dreams outside the grid the baking sun will render their minds dissolve in molten mess, purge the dross to surface purify, squeeze out the wise from their beaten hides sit on sand and weep O man look to yonder horizon's razor's edge unbroken line of fear and dread stand/fast your shipwreck's hopes of rescue's wait await world's age/end instead O happy wretched stranded man! © 2016 RuseInex |
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Added on February 16, 2016 Last Updated on February 16, 2016 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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