Difficult to write, but getting there
Guess I've been mulling over this for about three years now and it seems to be getting there, still lacks a definitive direction but i'm begginning to think there inlies a beautiful dissonance that can't be found by searching (perhaps that qualifies as blissfull ignorance but I won't apologise!!)
Drowning Beyond The Cities Flood
A wounded scene plays out
In front of this nightime serenade,
And amongst the cities lights
Memories of starlight begin to fade,
Merging and multipliying behind
The road that I now travel-
A child beyond the realms of understanding;
An expert of the parallel.
"Broken by the passing feet"
Tethered and trenched,
While all around me sinking down
Into tempers stained glass windows.
Lost within and weary, a transient-drown;
Below her eighteenth century flood,
The great escape begins, a lonely river flows.
Last edited by daysleeper1985; 04-26-2009 at 03:17 AM.
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