Friday, November 30, 2012

The Fading Skies

He walks to trouble -
it's always at his feet
or just beneath the rails
when he travels too far.

But more than not
he has to bite his words
when his tongue -
is not onboard
and his teeth -
are left to clank.

On this fast track -
as he runs to trouble.

He's so tired
when he's left to toe the line
like memories which follow
leaving him - undefined.

Now he lies behind
this swinging door
a trap beneath a roof
all that’s left -
is behind his eyes
where he lays and counts
the fading skies.

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