David W. Lewry
  • Build a life of Service
  • Biography and Resume
  • Freedom's Path Recovery Society
    • Counselling and Consultation
    • A Pathway to Freedom Group
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  • David's Books
    • Channel of the Broken Gun
    • Angst
    • Head
    • Bleed
    • Empty
  • David's Blog
  • David's Poetry and Youtube Video's
    • Knowing >
      • Knowing on You Tube
    • Grace
    • Our loss, our gain >
      • Our loss, our gain you tube
    • No more Child to See >
      • No More Child to See You Tube Video
    • Grey Faded Light
    • Seeking Love >
      • Seeking Love YouTube Video
    • Some Disease
    • This Poem
    • fuck the poem
    • When the Dream Ate its Own Head >
      • When the Dream Ate It's Own Head on You Tube
    • The Devil’s Hooves >
      • Devil's Hooves on You Tube
    • Day Break
    • Dream’s Delight
    • Road
    • Tethered, Bleeding, Left for Dead >
      • Tethered,Bleeding, left for Dead YouTube
    • Emilia
    • Sanity
    • To The Dark
    • One more Kiss
    • Banned Videos
    • You Tube
  • David's Short Stories
    • LOVE - LORN
    • A SIMPLE PROSTITUTE
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Road

The road unwinds,
like twin snakes,
caught beneath,
swollen feet,
standing naked,
on its shoulder,
a broken fork,
spreads in all directions,
invading the ever darkening,
western sky.

We stare,
stomachs empty,
near broken hearted,
far we've come,
neigh far enough,
we say,
much longer,
is the road we're on,
than measured by,
uncertain limping,
side steps gimping,
we've grown,
so accustom too.

Eyes glazed,
burning chilled,
whipping mountain air,
cuts like paper,
cross frozen,
blistered lips,
sheltered retina,
clings like stubborn,
children begging,
to lids half closed,
one more mile,
we cry,
we beg. 

Secretly we know,
that neither you,
nor I has fed,
the other's,
need for love,
whilst silently,
we dread,
unspoken words,
we'll never hear,
from cracking lips,
upon the other's,
intentionally,
deafened ear.

Standing,
cold and naked,
skin like cheap fabric,
muscles twitch to die,
bear boned,
shutter at,
the road's,
crumbling precipice,
so clear,
what's past,
beckons sweetly,
repeat me,
if you must,
for nothing,
is left to fear.

Like tired,
withering ghosts,
our horror,
does neglect,
this thought,
staring madly,
almost blind,
into the steadily,
setting sun,
from whence,
years before,
we came,
and parts,
disconnected died.

Our bodies frozen,
voices stutter,
finding sound,
with which to utter,
unbelievable regret,
of time lost,
lamely spent,
turning over,
ancient rocks,
timely to unearth,
lifelong hidden lies,
bitter truths,
now gathering flies,
like fecal matter,
born disfigured,
love starved,
souls of limbo,
seem forever lost,
betting harsh,
against memory's,
tightly woven,
unknown cost.

Our minds,
feverishly combine,
mixing truth, 
with falsely,
held conviction,
brings us joy,
at last we've found,
some common,
unfiltered,
bloodless ground,
for swollen feet,
upon the earth,
take root,
this love,
born in childish,
fantasy becoming,
what intended,
long ago,
for our wandering,
starving souls,
to finally see.

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