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Forced march of solitude
by Johnny Crimson
Entry 1.
Straining my eyes in the almost night I read your address to myself off the palm of my hand.
34 Alldane.. or is it Allendane, Dale?
The cold sweat had intimidated the ink and caused it to run south. Fleeing every responsibility, much like myself this night.
When the sun split in two on the previous day
I knew that I must come to you. Ice formed on everything that wasn't already burning and the fires too eventually died where they started.
Has the cold swallowed the earth, or is it just Westchester County?
I must travel to the surely barren corners of this land. To the north I will walk, desolate and alone in this white landscape.
And upon surviving my journey I will attempt to cross the Tappan Zee Bridge,
if it still remains.
For I know that you lye on the other side,
somewhere buried in this winter apocalypse.
Probably passing the time.
Probably with him.
10/04/2008 Posted on 10/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Panther on 10/05/08 at 06:11 AM The emotion in this is just raw...and lovely. |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 10/06/08 at 08:31 AM Yeah, this is pretty awesome work. Whether your comparing solitude to the apocalypse or comparing the apocalypse to solitude it works out either way... Though to me it came off more as the former, which is probably just my personal perferrence. But anyway, my favorite parts were: "Fleeing every responsibility, much like myself this night" as well as the last four lines. I also liked "When the sun split in two on the previous day and how it sounds so casually spoken; then again, that may just be me again. In any way, most excellent work. |
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