The One Poem by Kane Jordison

The One



Dream of retro colors
Blurry visioned at the seams.
Swirls of techno beats confuse.
Screw these twisted little dreams........

Drops of red black rubies
circle every drain I see.
Tunnel visioned to your face
and death awaits me.

Reaching out.
Take my hand?
Take me home.
Take me back.
Take me............

Songs of lost memories
hum through my head.
I cannot hear my heartbeat
What is that you said?

Loosing you as you come closer.
It's just been to long since its came.
What to do now? What to say?
I feel lost in the doldrums of this over played game.

Never mean what I want to mean.
Nightmares; Funny odd things.
Subconscious becomes conscious.
ping. PONG. ping.

Jokes on you,
or is it on me?
I can't love again.
Look what I've came to be.

Stranded at an alter to sacrifice my own life.
All the anguish caused lies buried with you.
Pieces must be picked up
but by who?

Damaged goods are only fun when found in a grocery store.

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