Twisted up,
And running blind—
Wasted ashes left behind,
Crumbled words
Lay at my door—
Silent footsteps,
Nevermore...
Peek beyond these
Cinder walls,
Crawl beneath a
Certain fall—
Never to
Arise again,
Witness to my
Latest
Sin...
Standing in and
Coming down,
Spinning slowly
Toward the
Ground—
Waking with
A silent scream—
Drifting through
An
Endless
Dream.
About the Creator
Ron Walker
Ron Walker is published in two anthologies, "dandelion in a vase of roses" and 'NY literary magazine' "Awake" anthology... Pen name is beau jeep and will be published in "tears" in NY literary magazine. ..
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