Oblivious
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I strut the lane of vagrancy
With breaths choking from evening’s plea,
As lampposts dip across the night
When love undone grates my delight;
Reflecting scenes... a cracked marquee.
Trapped in the void of emptied lea
A begging howls... my cries decree
For sparks to glow, to take new flight!
I strut the lane.
On narrow bends, I find no glee
Against clogged lamps, an eve’s debris
Oblivious to new morn’s rite…
While ravens croon with all their might,
This heart nailed bears dusk’s agony.
I strut the lane.
rob carmack's Oblivion Contest
12/10/2015
* oblivious---4 syl count
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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