A road and a bridge converge
The silence of the wilderness is maddening
A new world across the rusted metal trusses.
Just feet away, the new world feels like only a vision
Empty until filled with images of what we think we want.
Fear, like an icy dried hand squeezing at my throat
A whisper through the trees that the visions will be the same
The second time around.
- Fear that the new world will be built on the stories of my past.
(Chester, England)
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Author:
TrystanBehm (
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Great powerful ending!
You're one of the best poets I've read on this website so far. Your poems aren't exactly easy to read, but through the cracks of your semi-cryptic style is a clear meaning.
rrivera138 - thank you for this incredibly humbling comment. I am glad you enjoy my writing and find meaning behind the words and allegory. Wish I could more aptly say thank you, but it means more than you know.
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