Still on the long, long race,
Struggling vehemently for the mace.
The track is filled with obstructions
To derail my mind’s determinations.
So mighty are my contenders,
Strong and fit as the crusaders.
Category: Rhyme
Crystal Days, Poetry by Allen Smith
A simmering fractured breath
Deliciously drawn
Permeates my lifeblood
Where fetid thoughts are born
An insincere promise
Impure, misfit ways
A venerated oath
Wanting crystal days.
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