Again I find myself among the mire
Deep within the jungle as darkness settles
Dampness thick in the air
A lone man pedals
Alarms sound wildly as I go
Stench of garbage flows
Dim lights glare
Shadows long and ominous
But for nothing there
And grueling hatred follows
A man who flees his past
He slithers through a puddle
Strewn with broken glass
Focused on his ends
Hoping on all hope
To find the final glory
Untie his binding rope
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS
your poetry never ceases to leave me in awe; such depth and meaning and food for thought in so few words, so well expressed
ReplyDeleteA stunning piece of poetry! Very powerful, forceful, with vividly colorful decripts, and a fascinating rhythm about it... A rather dark piece but with a welcome silver lining... It was a splendid read!
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