Nothing New Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

Nothing New



Releasing verbal waves that attract the soul.
The destruction of this lyrical barrage is equal to one Death Scroll.

Too many times have I've been down this road.
And too many times each has been narrowed.

Fighting for some possible leeway.
Resting on a median in a freeway.

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