Always something amiss
blue frost sweeping the edge
of a hard north wind
An open wound
Festers in the flutter of consciousness
a patient soul smothered in dark ashes
Slumbering in discontent sleep
On a path spanned
by the assault of seasons
time dated by carbon
On a trail of jagged footprints
a tortured traveler
Sets afoot
in a field of solitude amongst
spaces lined with marble markers
the words now fade to charcoal
That marked the haunted plains
sprinkled over with gold and crimson
discarded leaves drift between
as time unwraps the tragedy
where one day the glorious flowers
Will fold their sorrowful blooms
in sweet surrender
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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