Pillar of Salt
Pillar of salt?
Not likely!
Youth robbed by consent,
you held me in your grasp
along all those crooked paths we wandered.
I followed because that
was what I was supposed to do;
every grape of hope
was spirit crushed.
I can still hear
your cryptic tongue
conjure up glory, but
the juice of your lips
tainted me
forever.
Now I walk a nameless street
and drink a wine of inconceivable freedom
and I make it my own.
Drunkenness never overcomes me;
emancipation
I never knew before now.
You are gone,
having slipped
through silver clouds of insanity
piercing heaven's sanctuary
leaving only a crack of light to see.
For me
only reality remains
and most times
it is rarely perceived.
Poetry by BlueyedSoul
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Written on 2006-11-14 at 04:41
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