Hello friends! I’ve got for you today, a new free verse poem, fresh from the mind to the screen. I hope you enjoy it!
Repetition:
Choke on thoughts of hands
and flesh
and know that I have come to despise
these cheap displays of passion.
On the endless backroad
of my numbered days
I speed screaming into the mouth
of the beast that swallows my years.
Every wrong turn
remembered.
I feel I've been
robbed.
-Brandon White
Brandon White 