Leaving behind something
A sick trail of guts along the road
Burnt pockets of flesh
Thoughtless mind
At the end of the day
Brains turns to mush
The smoke rises
They cry
Praying for second chances
Lifeless remorse
Fire
Let it burn
Fire strengthens
As it hurls down
Slapping the ground
Strewn out across the road
A soulless body is found
They are jealous
Their day to pass the highway
Freeway bridge's twisted corpse
Endlessly wanting
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 11th, 2025 18:13
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a thought.
- Category: Nature
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