Lucky Wishbone

A Boy With Roses

The clock had already struck midnight

Long before I was falling into the red lights

Eager to explore, eager for more

I went all out

Not like being reserved

I merged with my motherland

Cleared the cloudy thoughts in my cloudy head

Walked and walked and walked until

I thought I had made a dangerous decision

By the end of it my feet were sore

But I was eager for more

 

Clawing at the town ahead                                                                                                             

I went forward, over the bridge                                                                                       

Towards the dual carriageway                                                                                           

Towards the red lights                                                                                                             

I was the only one in sight                                                                                       

Sparkling like gold in the night

 

I know my way around this town

But I don't know how to get out

I wallow in nightmares                                                                                                   

I wallow in pain                                                                                                               

I exist like a virus                                                                                                         

With nowhere to escape                                                                                                             

I seek 4 a.m. danger                                                                                                                 

4 a.m. strangers                                                                                                           

Anew, anew           

Anew, anew.                                                                                               

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 21st, 2020 09:21
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  • Goldfinch60

    May one of those strangers show you the way to get out of that town.

    Andy

  • jarcher54

    I know my way around this town
    But I don't know how to get out

    That's a sublime union of thought, word, sound, and beauty. It's such an elegant expression, it means so much, it needs no explanation, it is universal but personal to you, lovely but dark, painful but liberating, simple yet unfathomable. I will remember those lines...



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