Hidden Fees
A Poem
Desolate ride,
A frozen mind.
On wings of flame
He’ll paint the night.
I chase his kind,
Always behind
My lungs are red,
My words are soot.
I watch him free
To never be.
The price is paid.
The price is me.
No highway signs,
My dream, a debt.
On wings of flame
He’ll paint the night.
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Beautiful
“The price is paid.
The price is me.” Very powerful!