Open Poetry #28 |
REALITY |
MERCURY Member
since 2003-04-16
Posts 190Ireland |
As I look to the heavens for answers, Darkness looms above me. Cold, Brutal and unforgiving the air does turn, My bravery begins to flee. All I seek is reason. While mother nature charges me with treason. Scratching my head in bewilderment, I retreat under a white flag. Oil fields relocated, Marked under first class swag. Reflections of hope distorted, contorted and exported. Reality bites. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
interesting read,,, |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
I hear you in this. Crystal |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Reality does bite. I do agree. Awesome write. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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