Drumming of a Nation

Alex Maxwell Poem Kubili

Lazy dawning mist grapples every generation
Blinding gradually from the crumble aged peaks
Before descending ghosts the grey slopes
Drench the fresh under growth in defunct fear

The intoxicated scent of bygone ruin
Nasal filled, smothered with sneezed spite
Concealing failed verse, that grasps supreme
As ruthless hands plunge shallow in icy streams

Against this tide of indoctrinate thirst
Never does the courage further bend
As a broken brook searches for direction
While the curse of gravity tightly bounds

Looking up, blurred vision withers down
The dark road of endless possibility leads up
Dances in the torch beam of oscillate dreams
Perceiving their discovery, buried too deep.

Alex Maxwell
© ® 2018

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