Lost Horizons
by Mark Miller © 12/05/2014
Arms of blood living harm
Ruin track veins open lines
For dismal posture charms
Yellow tatters skin gore itch
Dark draw future empty essence
Longing Son's lost youth innocence
Only spoons stain last will remains
Of powder frozen poise deliverance
Strewed heart soul lingers full alone
Riding down our empty filed hours
In haste as needle war lays waste
For corners concrete poppy flowers
Pencil in halls meeting date dread
Stranding left feelings sector dead
Chemical whisper softens cellular disappearance
Copyright © Mark Miller | Year Posted 2018
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