I could only hold back for so long
go slow for so long
stroll through these ruined streets
for so long
ignore the calander
for so long
circle the drain for so long
until I cracked the whip
and let my beasts run free
snarling, growling, snapping at the shadows that race by
” Out of the way!” they spat
to the
uncaring cries of
” Come back
slow down
where are you taking the sweet, slow and patient woman we called friend?”
Far away, look straight ahead
leave the corpses of my yesterdays behind
in unmarked graves with plastic flowers and moldering teddy bears
Will anyone visit them?
Maybe.
But that someone won’t be me.
Trains of The Journal Project- The Chariot
Loved this! It really resonates AM!
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Thank you, I really felt this one!
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