My Poetry

Braking Dusk

She caused the poisonous fumes from the rusted engine of my passion.

While I motored along this highway of emotional sound and loud faces,

My teary eyed mind opened its gates to find she left her sins twisted with mine.

As dusk began its final decline I began the arc around this loneliness.

Drifting around burning away my forlorness to guide my way to the dawn of bliss.

The roaring faces calmed to a dull roar and the heartless noise became an inspirational song.

It only takes a realization and a turn to get more then your life back on track.