As I dive back into the night
I realize the ring worn
is for another.
This sonnet is unbroken
Due to the lies told for you and I
Just as the ring implicates.
These hugs go farther than a kiss
But I still bleed a lapidated mans story
For I am a victor
Of a cold mans crush.
I sit in the car In the presence of the Wednesday Vixen
Covered in sweat and harshened morning breath
While dew protrudes from the
Ground as profusely.
And I can feel it's cool wet touch
And mother natures love from my
Cool wet hand.
I have broken a barrier
Just by touching insentience
Still playing tag with the infamous
The one I surely could not see.
The animosity crushing my spirit within,
Or whatever's left of it nonetheless.
For I am the winner
No sorts of blinders
Nor bifocals can affect me.
I'm from a dead town.
where corn grows
And crows perch on top
Of corroded trees
Where men forget their ties and
Throw them over board
Just so they will be knotted hooked
Yet still lost at sea.
Yet still resides within me
For I've met the man
In which my family believes.
Fame is only for the fortunate
So stay humble
But some days brown leopard glasses
Can stain a green patch of leaves.
For my family believes in autumn
Yes I'm sure they have seasons
But I believe in another type of
Relationship with earth
For I live in a tundra
A broken kind of place
That forgets that you'll ever need
Such a transition of seasons
Only black and white
Is what you'll truly ever need.