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The Last Ride

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Edges of reality stretch along the road
between towns for tears and prisons
and towards the places not on any map.

Vivid in the mind as a collage of blurs
seen in a haze as home never been.
Heart holds onto the frail sanity
by silencing the questions
over why the street is so bumpy,
never having any exits
to anywhere that isn’t
an amusement park of vaporous thrills
or a parking lot for hearses that are occupied.

A glance upon the terrain
where fences bar the freedom
sees the scarecrows
placed their as the trolls of discrimination.

Vagabond spirit feels the tremors inside
from the quakes in restlessness
that crave a home from this traveling,
somewhere beyond the idle emptiness.

Suited with a nomad cloth,
leather made from scars,
finally at peace over this journey
for you can’t find paradise
from looking in a rear view mirror.

Where time and thought
wrap around the mind,
the past becomes a post card
with tomorrow the destination
you hoped will match the dream.

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Picture Credit: http://thesoulmirror.deviantart.com/art/Summer-s-Almost-Gone-135289055

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  • Manda Kathryn Greeters member
    November 13

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    Thank You for Your Entry ~



    a little lengthy but worth the read no doubt;
    you give a flood of images as though one is
    on the bike and seeing it all passing them
    by as they ride forward to escape and move
    on to the dream


    best of luck

  • Excellent! yes you have to keep moving forward towards that dream. There are certainly highs and lows in that journey.
    Best wishes in this contest


  • Genevieve79
    November 3

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    Wow, this is a great take on the prompt! Just curious, is this an oversight?

    "or a parking lot for hearse that are occupied." sounds like you meant for hearse to be plural just thought you might want to fix it if you did...

    But the end of this absolutely slays me

    Where time and thought
    wrap around the mind,
    the past becomes a post card
    with tomorrow the destination
    you hoped will match the dream.

    Damn that sums up where I am in so many ways right now...

    Good luck in the contest!!