Intersections Of Life

For the creative poetry group.

Beguiling roads we travel,

influenced by generations of

pill remedies,

sexual games,

and popularity.

We live like shredded particles,

waiting to be noticed, but are lost

among the grains of doubt laying on the ground.

 

We wear our waffle-stompers

to keep from falling off the

mountains of hard times.

Broken hinges of dreams dangle at our feet,

blocking the path to a better way of living.

Steep holes in our mines keep

us from better choices.

 

We find it abstruse to unplug our

deaf ears and listen to the wise.

Tarpeia men and women crush

themselves with deceit and lies,

leaving betrayal following behind,

and lustful shadows mocking us.

Pleasures kindle our burning hearts.

Crying brunt tears of regret haunts us,

drowning ourselves in a vat of no return.

 

Contradiction is our home,

plenty of room for,

denial,

and our family of medications

sexual demons,

and our need to be seen by the world.

 

We try to polish ourselves,

but we are tarnished,

and continue to travel a dead end road.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

Excellent use of the given words. You present your thoughts so clearly. I like the offset lines. The last three lines wrap it up beautifully! Well done.