That sign beyond the line.
Maimed at Nowhere
Where nothing is mine,
I wait,
To reach the other side
Where neon shines,
And I am time.
So, how will the Story start?
Where will I begin?
Maybe I'll know
When the wind stops blowing,
When the rain ends
It ceases to sing.
Maybe I'll know then,
Maybe then it'll begin.
2 comments:
'For on the road she stares and waits,
Feeling not pain, nor anger or hate,
To start a story which never begun,
To set a never rising sun...'
good poetry by you; and as you can see, I suck at it.
wishes
Scribblers Inc.
beautifully written...
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