Lost - Poem by A.J. McKinley
A city lost in a cavernous rage.
A moment turned in a blank page.
Heat is hidden within this icy room.
A door without hinges. A handless broom.
A sitting room full of seat-less chairs.
A comb for a woman that has no hair.
A tree of wisdom with roots of lies.
A flower given to a face with no eyes.
A city lost in my avenge less haze.
A soul forgotten, left in this maze.
Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley
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