A Moments Slip To A Addictions Fall

 

So if noting beats a fail better than a try.
My forever linger 's twisted as spanish moss hanging from some hidden tree
Long forgotten to a red sunsets southern sky.

I as animal violently fighting the clutches of it's steel trap.
In hour's of endless try and a stalled loss sometimes the reflection
seldom matches a well intended delusion and a has been heat.

I saw the road ahead yet still followed the path.
Tommorow maybe you hold more than failed embrace.

Old page and of chapter's past have you dealt me my final hand.
Like some broken horse put to pasture never knowing it's prime.
I saw the signs I just simply chose not to care.

Mocking friends and often ignored replies .
Tomorrow hope is a dream.
Seen to all but I.

Reviews

[Vile]

I really like how you word things, man. One of the main things I admire in poetry, is how the author words and phrases things, I think that in itself makes the poem. It sets the tone, the atmosphere and the depth of the piece, you seem to grasp that consept, it is apparent in your writing. It's subtle stylistic choices that molds the writer and differentiates each writer.

[John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo]

Well thank you I have been at this ofr more years than I care to count and one thing you learn it's
a craft really fantastic review thank you very much my friend .
Cheer's

Gonzo

[Tricia O'Brien]

Sick, your lines are heavy

[Marie Nichols]

Fantastic write.

as animal violently fighting the clutches of it's steel trap.
In hour's of endless try and a stalled loss sometimes the reflection

Great lines.