The thrill
eyes closed as he walks
down a path of traffic
eyes closed as he steps
not knowing what's headed forward
the thrill
of the wind passing by
not a moment of fear
pure anticipation
begging for sudden peace
the thrill
of not seeing what's to come
cars racing by
not a thought of regret
he lives by it
he dies by it
the thrill..
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Poems By Kian
PoetryI have compiled an ongoing collection of poetry I have written over the years. I will publish them here. This will be updated as often as possible.
