Dexsta Ray


Minute Past Midnight - Poem by Dexsta Ray

Take a breath
Throw out the rage
You've got to clear your mind to make your way through a maze
Chilled skin
Ice cold
Gelid blow through your braids
Focus strictly on progression
No suppression in place
Heart beat
Heart beat
What that follow behind?
Double timing footsteps
Pounding
Other than mine
Dead end
Turn back
An alternative path
That what followed disappeared
Soon returning with wrath
Quick move
Go right
Take a shot at the light
Half-past midnight
Fog obscuring your sight
Hear loud rants from across the way
From what was quite a distance
Now fast approaching
Call it fate

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 1, 2013


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