Take off Storms.

The faded glory in the desert heat took off in a storm to the nostalgic uncertainties.

Gasps rolled in, deeply sighed

Fresh energy spiraled deep.

The past rot laid there a dream,

Illusions are the memories gone!

 

Death and past grab once real

Gone are the kins once amused?

The freshness of the experiencing,

The moments of beats thundering,

Breaks the chest to the new beats!

Moments perished reborn to perish

 

Roots penetrated not so deep

Being replanted in the familiar mixture.

Still the plucked off trauma haunting

Week to suck the known energy

Learning to walk, talk to the beats

 

Desert winds swept the sands,

Deep to the inhaled existence

Overflowed to make the filth feel

Storm lifted out the dirty, Threw

the strangled over the salty vast

to feel the warmth longed for.

Author's Note

The faded glory in the desert heat took off in a storm to the nostalgic uncertainties.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You can write a story my Poet Friend. You took me to many places with your strong words.
"Death and past grab once real
Gone are the kins once amused? "
So many statement stood out in this poem. I like how you led the reader to a strong ending. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote