Concrete blood
Slogs through my
Asphalt body
Silent horror films
Cycle, ad infinitum, through my
Frenzied mind
My comprehension
Entangles truth
With authentic illusions
My hypothesis
Roars to life
In the eyes of strangers
Their expressions
Or lack thereof
Contain damning evidence
Simple tasks
Once without challenge
Monopolize my agenda
My adversary
Transformed into Achilles
Receives leg armor
My vigor
Once formidable
Goes on sabbatical
My bed
Once a place of solace
Becomes my entire world
Originally written on 1/17/2006
About Me
- Thomas Harper
- Rochester, Minnesota, United States
- At the age of eight, I wrote my first play, a blatant rip-off of "The Three Billygoats Gruff", and performed it in front of my third grade class. Thirty-two years, twelve jobs, five girlfriends, two wives, and one crazy ride later, I realized where my talent lies - writing. Thanks for stopping by!
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