Flashing Lights
The deafening blare of impending doom
A blue glow illuminates the night sky
eliciting thoughts of contemplative gloom.
The azure atmosphere reflects your life before your eyes
every choice, mistake, and fear pummels you in torment.
It’s only an instant, but your mind is alive while time
is trapped, in the icy grasp of a blue siren.
(To be continued in the purchased version of Herban Poetry...)
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Herban Poetry
PoetryA small but ever-growing collection of original poetry from the mind of a 19 year old pothead. This is home to a large range of thoughts, feelings, and ideas that cloud my head in poetry form.
