Where Drops the Road
On the Edge of the Inevitable (?)
No doubt they shall say, each one had their reasons;
A gamble shall determine who is placed in high regard.
History, self-satisfied, will determine cause and error,
And denote the day's gods, professed by stadium, riot, steeple;
And how thought of a truer, humbler way was far too great a load.
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Yet feel deep the passing of the same tired seasons,
Yet watch quiet the changing of the vigil guard,
Yet breathe soft the whisp'ring of curious terror,
Yet hear long the failing of a young broken people,
And taste cold the air - here, where drops the road.
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Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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Comments (5)
"Yet breathe soft the whisp'ring of curious terror," is such a unique line that has me contemplating my own fears. Great job with this.
This is filled with such melancholy and ennui, Gabriel. So evocative of this present tearing in the fabric of the nation. I too long for a truer, humbler way. Beautiful, emotive writing!
Not a road I’d hoped to travel. Well done
Powerful stuff, my friend... The dismal tone of the second part is fitting and appropriate.
Ughhhhh you’re not helping my existential dread…..