New DestinationsA Poem by John Byrd
His vision was distorted so he could only see a bent road.
With his bent brow he couldn't help but wonder how. The wonders of the world being broken down into pieces of nothing. No longer fertile pieces of land available for use. He began to lose hope in his ability to avail this world. Looking six stories down the ground felt as low as his smile. He grew tired of the seeing the pain these pathways caused. He brainstormed a plan to create new roads for people to travel on. Roads that would not corrode and change shape. Dedicating his whole life to creating beautiful detours to enchanting destinations. © 2015 John Byrd |
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Added on May 12, 2015 Last Updated on May 12, 2015 AuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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