Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Lost
Groping in the dark,
I need a compass, torchlight;
And audacity.
The flickering ray,
Cutting through obscurity,
--Yet, void lies ahead.
Hesitant needle,
Spinning hastily; perplexed,
--Soon, points to my heart.
A step in the dark,
Afoot with a clear bosom,
The sound of silence.
Parting velvet gloom,
Like water before a sword.
A shiver within.
Torchlight, die on me,
The monsters shall fade forthwith;
-- Halt, I decide to cower.
not exception;
repetition.
mused at 7:24 pm
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