Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, here we go….
Sweaty palms and trembling thighs
Where do I go from here
Wasted years and lost souls
Why did you leave, my dear
Stuck in this reciting moment
Trying to catch my breath
Struggling with familiar doubts
Longing for my old acquaintance, meth
Broken down at the side of the road
Surrounded by fearful hearts
Fleeting vainly from yesteryear
Motions combined in fits and starts
Slipping farther away
With the devil on my back
Throwing punches left and right
Not making a single crack
Glass boxes and golden cages
Prisoner of my own device
Neither here nor there
What is the ultimate price?
So, I went there…Down the poetry road…It’s funny, I never really liked poetry, but ever since I started this blog, words are successfully escaping my overcrowded mind in a form of poems. There is something in rhymes, free style, acrostic forms…to my everlasting surprise, I discovered that I simply enjoy playing with words and forms.