poem

[elderchilddayen]

Nomad's Land

An epiphany in graffiti
meets the twilight of the night
in this, the darkest hour
resides an open bar.

A man sketches the word "Love"
upon the bodies of the young
women who come to this place
in a crimson red paint

The words on the wall
"Nomad's Land" are hidden
behind a puff of smoke
from a man in the corner
through the busy city streets

while a

Comments

[helevorn04]

I went to bed early and missed you.

However your writing has changed a bit, it seems more refined. I enjoyed that immensely