Backwards Man, poetry by @naquoya.

Day 34 of 100 for @d-pend's Poetry Challenge

Backwards Man

Do you want to think about it? Take your time to review it all. And if you wait long enough you'll see him passing your way again. The Backwards Man walks this path. Always has, always will. So stick out your thumb and hitch a ride To the beginning of forevermore.

The Big Bang explodes inside your soul. Inside your mind where treasures are held. The Backwards Man is looking. What do you think he is going to find? Whistling the tune, finding the beat, circling the wagons around us all Yet the question is inside your mind begging him to leave you alone.

You sent out all of the invites, wrote up the notes with words that took on the shape and form of ten thousand yesterdays. And the Backwards Man walks in and takes up residence where a hole exists. Whilst you were fishing for an answer that grows only in a day we have yet to see

The Backwards Man withers. The Backward Man dies. In a world of filtered regret and remorse. Where armies die a lonely death. A black world turns silver with lines made of gold. And the rage that built all of our yesterdays steps aside for tomorrows intent.

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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