Hollow eyes of age.......
Bloodshot trail of second chances......
BROKEN MAN
Hollow eyes of age Bloodshot trail of second chances Window to his flagging soul Ashen evanescence Forsaken dreams Etched in quagmire fissures His ghastly ancient face No longer recognizable To those who deem him dearly Days of glory past Mystic morose irony Once so proud and vibrant This day Cowering Chapfallen Fractured Reduced to a fragile shard Caustic trail of tears Moist with acrid agony He longs for noble death A warrior’s funeral pyre Inanimately suspended In acrimonious purgatory Hells inferno Stoked by mental illness Shattered egos terminal diagnosis Have mercy on this knurled rolling stone Seeking peace In all the wrong places
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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