Many of my hubs originate from my teenage years and those past twenty. Some pieces were funny. Some were sad,.Some were down right scary.
She said it wouldn't work, so then why did her love fade?
Now the nameless servants drive me to their pill
Shrieking, choking, guzzling nasty drinks from a fool's prade.
I look down and see the end, the bottom of razors kill.
Jagged, loving rocks obey nature's bidding, I only look
At a glaring set of brown eyes, her disguise, I felt it though.
My aged steed running unwanted miles at love I forsook.
Loving (her) the desert woman of arms so low.
Her horses gamble how to be loosened, free to fly away
Desperation fails, society's nails rusty and frail
Why did she love my nights and touch her day?
Of her voice like rough-edge angel's, pale and very pale.
Her obedient phantoms black and red, seeking her bed
Washing, talking, laughing, touching their wings.
I drink a bottle of prediction, extinction, words I never said.
What a pain here at last, the last, quits, now poison dragons bring.
Weak enough to wave at lover now floating year to year
Strong enough to lay face-first in sorroful tears
I cannot open my eyes to hear her sighs, her skin and peer.
I died long ago, took her away, now it's been years.
© 2019 Kenneth Avery
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on December 30, 2019:
An interesting and most expressive write. Wishing you and yours a happy, healthy, and inspirational 2020
Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on December 29, 2019:
I don't get its meaning yet but maybe later, Kenneth, when I have more time to study it in depth. However, it was an interesting read, Thanks for sharing it.