step off the train of thought
instant rain brushed eyelids
memories liquefied by time
cold clinging to fabric
the ride was over,
and without wings
bought with an angels gentleness
which he did not possess
flight too out of the question,
light lifted clouds on
bright shield shoulders
the past puddled about feet,
feet that avoided snare
of grasping brambles
that emerge through concrete
dust rose choking,
run the only option
flesh scraped into sores
to be picked later,
blue filled air
no unbalance steady pace
dropping back to a walk
as it became difficult
air thickened,
the one first deserves
to be blessed,
he so slow fell
to knees exhausted,
tender eyes closed
beneath folds of elliptic flesh,
found in his heart
the place he should of been
engulfed by gasps
of what had been prepared
nice…some really vivid lines in this…the flesh scraped to sores….his fall to the knees in the end…those last 3 lines….nice chris…
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Thanks Brian hope all is well
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