another year gone poetry tow truck #1 first words

Drop essences of virtuous attempts at the foot of 

the volcano. As the smoke swirls in the blueness of the

last hardest impression of eternity. A new

year has begun with hopes of dreams to be gorged

into a filtered resistance. You built a brick house in

the past life, tough and unbreakable. While you left me

silent with no words for an escape, I have wandered in

limbo seeking refuge from the storm of hatred. The pleasantries

of kindness made me think otherwise, should I make

the first movement and let things fall where they may in the

past year of learning and enlightenment?