Again and again I saw a flash,
It struck my eyes like a known word,
Hurts me like a bitter whip lash,
My painful shriek is still unheard;
That flash crumbles in my eyes,
Do not know how long will the dream stay,
My angel no more flies,
My hopes break like a house of clay;
Bearing a grudge against humanity,
Living under the shadows of damnation,
I love my bit of insanity,
Walking on the promenade to perdition;
A streak of blood cools my heat,
And washes the dirt off my face,
Time and tide I could not beat,
Life walked past me at a brisk pace.
Poetic Injustice --- The myriad me, in myriad ways,
and myriad words, in myriad lays.
To stay, to sway, to the new glory,
to my past allay....
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