Lonesome Rider
Thankless perhaps or just a twisted delusional drift
Compounded by an mounding anxious rift
Eyes of turquoise green glass
Take a direct trip to the past
Bordering on the edge of obscene
Trembling but not from caffeine
The minds adrift pickling down
No smiling glances from the banished clowns
Creeks running high blackbirds peeking with their purposeful break
Espresso sleek
Upon a spring morning breezy and free came a muddling self
Time to take a reflecting look for oneself
Changes drifted in like a zephyr from below
And I sit here with my heart in tow
Can’t see the forest from the trees
When the best things in life stand before me
Pulling and tearing at the core of uncertainty
Down on my knees swallowed in a state of sick jubilee
Another message from my minds absurdity
Cracked and dusty now peeling down
Feeling the pain whispering its sound
This humanity, this space-
Come the lonesome riders and the sadly misplaced
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2013
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