Red Asphalt Blooms

Repress all thoughts,

Memories to hide.

The pain is in the process

Of living this life.

Desperate wishes,

Childhood dreams,

Tearful pleas to the sky;

It is not who we start out as,

It is the us that we find.

Green eyed little monsters,

Howling with want.

Silky gray shadows

Walking the line.

Life rumbles on;

Like a locomotive train.

We're all tethered to the tracks

Dazed by approaching doom;

Like deers in the headlights

Leaving red asphalt blooms.





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