Sunday, March 18, 2007
see me in the chipped paint.
smell me in the dirt, the dust, the musky smell of
in this place that time forgot.
You loved me not.
For you ran out, and ditched me on the side of this dirt road
the end of breath in me.
Feel me in the breeze,
haunted angry screams rip through
yelling about lust, discarded dreams and us-
yelling about trust, discarded dreams and us.
Note- This was written for Poetry Thursday. The idea was to write a poem inspired by a picture of your own choosing.
My photo came from here,
a site with pictures that are in the public domain.
The artist who took it is named Clarita