Freedom was everything I lived for
Like I was an easy rider in silver rivers
Frozen to a pulse, I've heard everything you've said
And I remember it well, crying for those times we've forgotten
I hear little girls, echoing winds
Poets forgotten in rose gardens, we're dying
Drinking until we're numb and we live, we can't control our urges
We succumb to broken glass, broken mirrors, and we know
Life used to be so layered and textured and dimensional
Now it's a hollow abyss.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 27th, 2021 18:40
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
I just loved "easy rider in silver rivers" - says so much.....
Thank you! The original title of this poem was actually Easy Rider in Silver Rivers, but I used Turtledove instead because I love what it represents symbolically.
So difficult when life feels empty (
β like I was an easy rider in silver rivers β such a beautiful line π
not to toot my own horn, but that's my favourite line from this piece.
THANK YOU
And itβs mine too ! π I love how you put your words together
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