Charles Lara - Real Mud

Wet
dark
deep
unrelenting
hole
of
haven
sighs
sinking
slowly
loving
more
desires
crucify
the
truth
to
Miles
with
a
trumpet
laced
with
gold
and
ties
of
playing
welcome
lines
of truth
and
moving
music
will
ever
bloom
in
open
light
reflecting
on
real mud...

Charles Lara

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/real-mud/