Lyretry

My Post (9) (4)

Dirt travels in a way
Energetic, Forceful, Fruitful
A turn can change all
Useful, Fearful, Helpful

Damn this hopeless run and myself
Praise you for wanting me to come
Static trembles the airwaves of light rain
In a wet regret, this will remain

“Sir, we just want to talk this through.”
Staring longingly at the lines on my palms
Terrified of what I am about to do
With a book about promises, songs, and psalms

The one who spoke and I
We are the last ones alive

About G.Edward Smith

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