Crime Scene Again

The Day sputters inanely.on a worn axis
Weary are the pages written just to write
Hear voices that speak mimic the wind
Turn to look from where they issue forth
An awful void meets you there
Are ways that lead into an awful trap
Set up by promising idiotic mumbo jumbo
Agents of change the posters said
Change overdue shorter for some whose
Time it is to lose their place
Pale victims of their own historic lies
For pendulums always swing back
To the scene of the crime



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Written on 2013-03-19 at 20:16

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I couldn't go into great depth as to why this grabs my attention and speaks to me, but I sincerely enjoyed. Thanks.
2013-03-20