Bleak Hollows

Bleak hollows hard remnants
Streaking serpents cleave
To tree branches above me.
Is there a solution?

Happy testaments reek slowly
Real apples bellow hoping
Dangerous dimensions.
Quiet sandstorms turn about.

Leaving my luck behind,
I bend insanely forward,
Seeing my reflection
In a dirty pool below.

Trials test my resolve,
Keeping my instincts sharp
And my headaches strong.
Long words echo in my brain.

Please stay with me
One more minute,
Closing the book
To the future forsook.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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