UntitledA Poem by Patrick McCombs
I can feel it in my bones
I can hear the dissonant tones I see the clouds shifting above I hear the cry of the mourning dove Its song kicking in my head I'm filled with dread I wander down the empty streets Hearing a strange series of beats The rhythm of the times as it were And time became a blur The sun vanished into the trees I can hear the night breeze I look to the stars I ignore the speeding cars And focus on the heavenly light © 2013 Patrick McCombs |
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Added on June 6, 2013 Last Updated on June 6, 2013 Author
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