A postcard from my movie memorabilia. Elvis Presley c. 1957 Photographer Unidentified
sexy soulful voice
full of dark demons inside
a blind eye, then death
About the Creator
Boundless
A geographical map could take you there. To the places I've been, to the sights I've seen, to the landscapes I've climbed. But no compass could point you in the direction of my memories. To the experiences I've lived, to the happiness I've felt, to the wonder I've held so close to my heart.
By Alyssa Musso5 days ago in Writers
Comments (5)
Tragic! An impactful little poem. Good work.
As well-wrought as a peanut butter 'nanna sammich! (A personal favorite of the King and myself as well!)
oof.. may have to sit with this one for some time. well penned 👏🏾
Well written & Powerful!
Ah, Elvis. What a man.