Poem: (Abstract/Prose) "My Circular Destiny"
One life. One journey.
An unseen, useless journey born with bloody hands and molded with sand
Began, ceased in breaths times stars winking, visions of arrogance sinking.
Stepping onto one steel beast, not the majestic, but heavenly's least, the liar of liars
Spewing souls in darkness and sucking their light. "All aboard," the shame of going.
Unheard children screaming, watching my feet numb still dreaming, black cloaked master
Skeleton's starving hand beckoning a traveler who gambled a spine upon a forgotten land.
Seeds of red deception, the liar's lips telling me at destined sunrise the glory and glee are born.
"All aboard," the buried soul of wanting.
This journey knows not ease
Black cloaked master singing a song, clinging to a lie and used so long.
Drifting on rusted steel, deserted depot dust. Watered dry and pale conductor muted to sigh.
Please sing, oh bruised clouds to infinity. Take me. Take the breath, wings, filthy death.
Eyes set, steam sings a durge. Drivers dead to unfold. "All aboard," such a pus-driven ride.
I try to write the right oh fearless phantom of lore. See her kings, queens, and gambler's whore.
You took my place, my spawn, my race. I have but cinders to cling to my nameless face.
"His" train, eyeing the black cloaked master, fears born, die. Where can I exist on sailor's rye?
Bumbling the wood and wire. The insectledge, a kingdom. "All aboard," the senseless fare.
Starting. Ending. Time after time
I wake gasping in sleep. Wandering the deep, eyes of Hades warning drifting dreams to keep.
On "His" locomotive whose shadow creeping time. Stabs my heart one part of fleshly time.
"She" was in my grasp now I see funerals by asps. "She" weakened my spark, my one spark.
"All aboard," the endless circle bred with boredom and watching blue eyes skim silently away.
Farewell . . .
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