Red Asphalt Blooms

March 6, 2012
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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