The road beneath my boots is everlasting.
It trembles as I rush,
Melting like it’s made of plastic.
The thunderclouds are stealing my breath.
Lightning erases my thoughts,
Taking all that I have left.
And the dust settles but not for too long.
The particles resonate,
They carry a dying song.
I stand in the middle. I am out of excuses.
The night screams like a banshee,
Killing my muses.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 