Something To Call His Own, poetry by @naquoya.

Day 22 of 100 for @d-pend's Poetry Challenge

I finally had to miss a day yesterday, as the internet shut down for 24 hours in my area. When technology defeats poetry.

Something To Call His Own

A road to the centre Complete with degrees and intensity Towers that hold hands With the great beyond A modern day song

The houses that hold court And dance with the blue man Who travels the great road And stains the towers with his soul's pain And seeks answers within

He swaps old worlds For new ones that dance anew On the other side of the mirror A razor thin edge of destiny's sanity Where everything looks brand new

But he can't help but feel Each step he takes is just like one he has taken before So he hands in his unused prayers And takes the road to somewhere new

One eye to the past The other To a future That holds his hands Firmly

All the experts agree It's the way of the world Yet he knows They all must be wrong So he builds a monument To his own Bitter song That tastes better Because it's his

Reading Notes: This poetry is new and written exclusively for the 100 Day Poetry Challenge, which is explained in more detail here and here.

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