Driven

His shouting doubt clouds the frowning face he wore the day she made his place known. His dusty bones have roamed alone as did the lines hitting home the score, The boring worn out melody of his long forgotten felonies made his mind decide to fade.

He mistakes her for a deeper thought and asks her for his faith. She gently pleads insanity while he stops to sit and waits, then lends a hand as she comes around knowing what it takes.

The facts may be stranger, the danger even great. The shadows wait silently as trees whisper violently and sway. There are many ways to wander, as lightning shines his pondering path, leading from what needs to be forgotten to what is not to have.


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