Motorcycle Mishap

An alcoholic changed my life one night.

The sun won’t rise. My head is in a whirlwind but I can’t feel a thing. Nothing surrounds me yet breath lingers.

Riding along quiet in the whispering wind and happy for my friends. No cares but to share in their victory.

My friends have graduated and they’re moving on. Changing worlds for all of us. Different paths keyed to different songs.

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.