Red alarm.A Poem by Lee W. Deason
Do I need an introduction to begin?
As I punch. The clutch. Nothing happens. It's seen the disease is pleased again. Seen falling through the dreams end. As I punch. The clutch. Nothing happens. Red alarm, wake up the sorrow. A great loss is sure to follow. The sounding of sirens and faces hollow. Because the light was stolen, no sun tomorrow. I thought I had it right last night. Completely ill. Don't touch. Believe her. It's got to be better than this stunning address. Seen falling through the dreams end. As I punch. The clutch. It sets in. Do you believe in science? Cause there is more to living than empty holes. Populate the spy with a naked eye. Unnatural alternative solution. Poison burrow, the flowers soul. What taste so scarce? Is it that there's a glitch. In the timing of precision. The delayed decision. The slip. Well here it is. The product of the remainders difference. Their failure to abort breaths. Now it's my turn. Red alarm, wake up the sorrow. A great loss is sure to follow. The sounding of sirens and faces hollow. The light of tomorrow was stolen, no sun. Cause there is more to living than empty holes. Populate the spy with a naked eye. Unnatural alternative solution. Now it's my turn to show you the burn. As I punch. The clutch. Nothing happens. As I punch. The clutch. Nothing happens. As I punch. The clutch. Nothing happens. As I punch. The clutch. Nothing happens. © 2008 Lee W. DeasonFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
149 Views
5 Reviews Added on June 23, 2008 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|