FugueA Poem by flaneurSometimes we leave the things we like, but the things we like never leave us. We can't outrun who we are.
browsing old poems
in leather dust tomes these tombstones i roam welcome me home weathered like an old friend good to see you again the cosmic joke is that you never left the words in my veins the blood on the page the song stays the same just let me refrain no need to explain we all speak the pain whether plain or obscure we pick at the burrs tethered the hollow laughter of hallowed slathers despite all my rage i still turn the page the skin tears with age go digging within my sinews abused my senses renewed from ashes and dust lashes and lust until shadows eclipsed wisp from my lips © 2017 flaneurAuthor's Note
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Added on August 2, 2017 Last Updated on August 2, 2017 Tags: wtf, fugue, escape, full circle, return AuthorflaneurMidwest, INAboutWings bursting aflame! I hurtle toward earth, denied by the Sun. more..Writing
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