deepundergroundpoetry.com
Between Pages Of Glory - with Crimsin
Hoping to cheat my fate with a ticket to ride. But these walls
hold memories of ghosts who fell off the trolley. But now with
the hollow-sounding of an echoing clock. Touched by the breath
of cold buckshot in a glass. I feel my destination a verse away
between pages of my glory. "Here's to'd ya! before the crawdads
sing." Reap me in the twilight. Midnight's glory will be my halo
in the glowering light of redemption. I bathe. Ridiculed by
hecklers. Found whole by God.
hold memories of ghosts who fell off the trolley. But now with
the hollow-sounding of an echoing clock. Touched by the breath
of cold buckshot in a glass. I feel my destination a verse away
between pages of my glory. "Here's to'd ya! before the crawdads
sing." Reap me in the twilight. Midnight's glory will be my halo
in the glowering light of redemption. I bathe. Ridiculed by
hecklers. Found whole by God.
Published 14th Sep 2021
Author's Note
Thank you Crimsin for collaborating.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 7
reading list entries 4
comments 0
reads 372
Commenting Preference:
The author has chosen not to accept comments.
