Scraping jagged nails
against asphalt, clinging...
wet-eyed strain,
I'm watching my decay.
Crisp winds have come again,
yet here I stand.
We once stood for something,
if only I could remember...
Losing pieces of what we were,
along the way.
Remains of a corpse,
an empty husk and I
remain.
Slathered in honest goodness,
I want to lose
for a taste of the gravel,
and dirt between my teeth
grinding in the wounds of a
12 year old bike wreck,
Slamming my skull against
concrete at a 24 year old concert,
Waking with the taste of 26 year old
liquor
stale on my tongue.
tearing a rockstar's sheets,
trying to hold back time,
Yet here I stand.
A contest entry
- Darkness and Love, Demons above by AbandonedAngel.
350 points, ended September 19, 2008, 32 entries
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Comments
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we once stood for something, if only I could remember... funny how that escapes a person's mind.Well done on the poem
Stacy -
Life is detoriating as we mature - bit by bit - and you have descibed it well in this poem. Liked "Losing pieces of what we were, along the way."
Good luck with the contest!
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