THE USURPER
Into his arms they fell
Like plagues slowly fell
And failed to see under their feet
The ground, it fell
Swept up, in a whirl of dust
Tornado torrents, torrential flows
And rivers guided paths through
Landscapes which sharply changed
And at the edge they stood
Watching the world drive away
In a car the size of a Buick
Now left, alone...
Onto his palms they fell
Solemnly, one by one, fell
And though they see all clear
Still, they fell
(Written on the 4th July 2009)
(c) Shane Simmons 2009
Me, myself, my scribblings
- bleachershane
- Glasgow, Scotland, United Kingdom
- Male, born in London, living in Glasgow, Scotland. Necessities include, writing, music, photography, films, more writing, depression, asthma, epilepsy, food, cooking, family dysfunction and crisis', and yet more music... As the t-shirt says "No-one knows I'm gay". But everyone does, sort of. Here's hoping I get to 'that' place, wherever 'that' is, someday.
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