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The soul descends in silence,
And never turns his head.
But shadows catch to play--
(Desiring to keep)
--The hollow of a neck,
The curve of a cheek.
A thousand heartless flames reflect
Once
In each dark eye,
Barren, cold, and lifeless,
Beneath a concrete lie.
He waits with other strangers,
This current can’t be crossed.
By listless shores they wander:
The destitute, the lost.
Hades’ hateful heart is shriveled old
With bitter tales best left untold.
His markets make the best of time,
When souls are bought and sold.
- Title: Subway Sky
- Artist: Estranger
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Description:
I realize that there isn't much of an audience for poetry here, but that's ok. It's still fun to post.
I wrote this while riding on a subway train in Washington DC. - Date: 03/06/2010
- Tags: subway
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Dark Rose Bella - 05/19/2010
- BRAVA!!!
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- fufufufufu50 - 03/07/2010
- that was pretty good
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