like rusty nails
gouged into wooden pails
bleedin’ out in crimson streams
dreams decayed laid to rest
in windblown nests
gouged into wooden pails
bleedin’ out in crimson streams
dreams decayed laid to rest
in windblown nests
wanderin’ the wastelands
of times erased by desert sands
ain’t nothin’ never for free
hope now a tarnished memory
walkin’ those lonesome streets
of my heart’s ghost town
lost love now satan bound
empty but for the
tumblin’ tumbleweeds
the devil’s seeds
silent but for the ragin’ screams
of my dyin’ dreams
like rusty nails
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4 comments:
OH WOW!!! This is heavy-duty-pain.....Wonderfully visual and visceral, too....!
we all have that heavy duty pain, don't we, naomi - from this or that - or from rusty nails - it's all relative i guess - i seem to have had the burnin' churnin' southwest on my literal mind of late! so wonderful to have you come by - thanks so much - and for the kind words!
Visceral. I second that. Your writing is like a force of nature, Gypsy.
oh, trish, thank you so much - a force of nature, perhaps - my heart does weep like the pouring rain and breaks to the rhythm of the crushing waves of a tsunami - when i think sometimes of him -
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