getting by

by FireFly - Libra

A sad song sung in twilight disgust-
The freshly warm blood bath-
Twisting around the corner-
And down the street-
A red river in a year of drought-
In between the bellowing-
Commandeering baritone voices-
The contorted children faces-
Scream as the howling wind blows hot ash against their faces-
And the loud explosions drown their pleas-

There once was a place where I could taste-
The salt in the breeze-

I could distinctly hear-
On every roof top-
The thump and bump-
Of warm crystal clear love-
It flowed-
In every one of my veins-
It dulled the pain-
With out me conscience of it-

It’s not a philosophy-
It’s red ink from a bleeding heart-
It’s reaching for the glory-
While still taking into account-
The burning coals at my feet-

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2002-09-08 01:44:27
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:37
Poem ID: 70064

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