Industrial Date: Saturday, 2nd April 2005 @ 04:51:24 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Xnoybis Cold metal avenue Industrial sabotage Be born a valley Money foliaged mirage Ride the withered blade To a sharp bitter end Postulate and formulate A well calculated pretend Inspiration through desperation All roads empty unto Not the same destination, but Upon pockets of accrued Ride the silent wind Underlying gears of chaos A blank white canvas Waiting for Life to emboss Outstretched hands reach For an invisible embrace But become clumsy When looked in the face Blind wandering, meandering Slave to the zig and the zag Never settling on anything But always hoisting the flag This poem is Copyright © Xnoybis Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=89636