Best Viaduct Poems

Beneath my bridge the troubled waters surged
with white caps brazen under dark gray skies
and baptized in the waters I was purged
as “scales of blindness” dropped from off my eyes.

Below me rushed the waters turbulent,
turgid and rolling as the foamy brine.
Tossed in times of losses' great...

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A VIOLENT VIADUCT

I search for the viaduct of my soul
woe the womb
a method of madness someone's goal
there you are
standing in silence
telling me to ignore the violence
blood, slime, and a gift representative of the brightness from above
more often then not a product wrought of lightness and...

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