Gravel Road

⋆♱𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱♱⋆

the wooden steps to the door
of the mobile home,
aching and resisting
the pressure you apply.

windows boarded by the smoke,
because you could never quit-
not for your lust for life,
not for your savior.

I sat on a twin size bed
and contemplated our nature,
listened to the PSA
playing in the living room:

"two dead, no trace of the killer,
be cautious, be wary"
and I heard that,
but did not listen.

where were you?
in your room rolling a joint,
making phone calls to the county jail,
smashing bottles?

I'd take three hour long walks
just to breathe,
listening to music
instead of your bellowing cries.

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  • sorenbarrett

    It is the real life grittiness that gains a fave in this raw poem of life that we all close our eyes to and dream of better things. Very well done

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Wow! This reads like a noir thriller unfolding, raw, dark, gritty, real! All of that and how effectively it pulls the reader into the emotions, this gets a major fave from me.! Well done, friend! 🌹👏



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