The signs were too far to read.
Never mind being understood.
Sold yourself in various ways,
convinced that soul would be cleansed…
Only if you could find that simple existential path.
That lead to becoming a hero.
But, as Pink Floyd said once, You reached
for the secret too soon,
and the various clues on lonesome,
fixated roads.
Never provided a satisfied answer
toward a failure
you knew was on the
horizon.
Dan Provost's poetry has been published throughout the small press for a number of years. Some recent publications include: Ariel Chart, Poetical Review, Merak Magazine, Oddball Magazine, Deuce Coupe, Misfit Magazine, the Rye Whiskey Review, Cajun Mutt Press and the Dope Fiend Daily. He has two books coming out in 2020. Under the Influence of Nothingness by Kung Fu Treachery Press and Rattle of a Realizer, published by Whiskey City Press. He lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife Laura and dog Bella.
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