March 24, 2009
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Engine shivers, tense with anxiety
Depression into an enclave
Of clear sparkling precipitation
Becoming turbid swirls of congealed sludge

Souls wait on this road
Lentic as an intolerable swamp,
And slowly there is no oxygen left
And slowly Death slinks to prey

I clutch a few mold capped buns
Staring into my wife's eyes
Then into desolating woodland.
Thoughts and Time strikes blows
To my dreadful heart,
Soothed away by exhaustion
And we dash madly through the abyss

Company for a couple and the rain.

The horizon glows

Rust spot boats
Like a disease

The tide shrieks in distress
Thrusting infants to the sky
And in disappointment.
Lifesavings limply drop
In awe of the life's price tag
Moonlight shines upon the guilty
And the innocent alike.
We leave hastily as gunshots were now audible.

Occasional sobs interrupt the silent stares.
A few tears into my uniform and shoulder.
In the distance wails

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musicgirl757 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 11, 2009 at 2:12 am
Very detailed, brilliantly written.
amanda said...
Apr. 3, 2009 at 9:35 pm
amazing poem, very deep and i love your word choice =)

please comment on my new poem =) thanks.
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