Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Dare to Win

A rush of air
a rush of will
his tormented soul
never knew where to begin

Walking around
with his head in the ground
nothing to share
not a single sound

Flashing of lights
the rush of the crowd
sweet smell of perfume
made his heart pound

Singular figures
parallel lines
looking at his hands
spines of hardened times

Bolts of white lightening
phantoms of knew
strangers of the night
out of the blue

Curled up in emptiness
figure lying still
dare he open his eyes or heart
dare he hunger for the thrill

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