In the wake of
Broken crossroads
I cover my back
And hide my heart
From phantasmic whirls,
With their chisel and
Hammer shadows
Profane and so divine.
Looking to etch
Every part of themselves
In my mind forever.



Filed under poem, poetry

2 responses to “Crossroads

  1. Last 4/5lines ate great you always know how to tie things up, I feel like the.bad side.of.monitor got this cold that won’t stop I’ve Halloween going to a specialist on Monday don’t ask, did 4 collages yesterday got.more to do to loosen up. I had did 6when I was away but long ago, since Christmas, got.To go

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