You Are Here
losing my orb soaring the orbit of distraction
directed by a moon set
a promise of a close view of mars
and a total lost of direction
north moss on bark trees
south the voting booth
where names not to be found
the kidding of a rigged election
west the sun will play magic
with colors out of imagination
to rise the fear of snores
for east to rise the dominion
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
