Death Road Grind Poem by TerryLee Holcomb

The death road grind
by Silvertung

I find myself at times when life
takes me on her death road grind,
That it matters not of how
the pain will seek to seed the plow.

I get these fits of sorrows crash
that pull my mind and body past,
all the grief or loss that slipped
the sands of time that bend and twist.

So starts the journey of my soul
i seek dark eyes in blood that pools,
I look for them in times of silence
yet my eyes can never find them.

In this domain that witch it dwells
sounds are thoughts not songs or bells,
will lonely death or violence end
bring this journeys timeless bend.

Ask me not of what i seek
but these dark eyes forever bleed.