The Loop

An Article by:
Lonnie D. Story

My eyes lift up from the road and see beyond the road ahead.
I brush my eyes with rough leathered gloves,
beneath the glasses that barely care my sight.
My mind is a million miles away,
as each hundred feet or so, at speeds at vary,
take me on this journey light,
and severely dangerous for my own lack of care.
My hands hold the placements of standard put,
Yet my heart is melted into a land beyond my foot.
I have lost all that is within me,
my days of past, my days that last,
the days that last are the days that passed.

I throttle through,
measured right hand at the bar I pull,
My hands numb with nerves diminished,
I shake each one to recover strength,
to ensure this ride finds a final finish.
How long I can take it, I don’t know,
I only cherish each moment as a mental gold.
I know my ride is sad and worn,
But my pride has no bearing,
my humility bears the burden,
knowing that my care lacks concern,
For all this ride, my life is determined.
Where I am and who I am,
where I’ve been and where I go,
on this ride of prayers,
My mind is miles away,
From this journey on a backwater bay.

The sweet smell of tides at low,
remind me of days when,
my heart was filled with love,
and empty of a love returned.
Yet, joyous pleasures, I had found,
in the shallows of that marshy ground,
A place where my heart, it’s dreams blew to sea.
My heart had found the place that I,
I had always been meant to be.

For words, they come and flow,
and time it certainly takes it’s toll.
I write at night my thoughts of mind,
of a time, so many, a time sublime.
A time today that I have had,
and remember times that make me sad.
For all the joys of a ride today,
I cannot forget the ecstasy of all the yesterdays.

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