A Nostalgic Bruise

Here I am:

Standing naked of earth and sand –

To rid this dusty land of legacy and rotted out bones, bleed ashen words upon this page of virgin tones.

My youth, thus, desecrated – imprudence awaits, a trust and an unknowing glance from a sleepy boy’s eyes,

Why, is this a generational hindrance from ancient times?

Or, was it simply her?

I don’t know, but she gave me fuel to write.

Within this Omega Point of integrity, we shall always be tested

amongst the god’s ruins,

or, as a ripening soul

embarked upon a journey

of the humanity factor, and

of an evolutionary force.

Yet, as I write with venomous ink

From this revolutionary pen

Nostalgic thoughts creep in, again.

But, within a heart of damage that hears her fate –

My poetic query begins to interrogate, as

I begin to rid this dusty land of legacy and rotted out bones, bleed ashen words upon this page of virgin tones.

Published by John Gregory Evans

Poetry is truth as we share our words that express our stories. I have been writing poetry over twenty years and have been published within many venues, including two books of mine. As poets we speak our truths and become known by our words. If you are a poet...keep writing. There remains joy and love in the solace of the written word.

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