Something To Call His Own, poetry by Hive account@naquoya.

Day 22 of 100 for Hive account@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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