Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Lost Glory

Broken doll heads, cracked branches,
and humility lost
Upon barren wasteland roads
Shoving tissue up one's nose to
hold the blood back.
It does not stop the tears though
A solemn defeat exchanged for excitement
when deserted van is discovered
Some dirt lines run for miles,
the path stretching endlessly
Hitchhikers anticipate victories
and recieve just passing glances

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