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Traveler Through Lifes Fog

Poetry By: Graeme Montrose

A poem from a lost and rambling mind that mad hatter still lives on

Submitted:May 11, 2010    Reads: 50    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

Traveler Through Life's Fog
Spinning fire so cold
Green and blue it burns
Spiraling round and round
Within the center spell
Windows open wide
Visions pass before
Fear doth grip my heart
Blood it drips from stone
Pain it racks my brain
O evil that prevails
O horrors that I see
Gates darkness far below
Entrance soft to touch
Entering caverns warm
Whispers yell within
Blood turns cold as frost
Melting neath the burning sun
Lost in webs of sand
Twisted fingers crying out
Deeds do thus imprison
Dead to all around me
Senses dulled and calloused
Entombed with my shell
Traveller through life's fog
In quietness new morning's birth
Reflecting on life's page
Open windows starlight shines
Riding moonbeams up on high
Enter folds through gaps in time
Whisper secret thoughts
Twisted words corrupt the mind
Thoughts I can't control
Leading into actions vile
Endless cycles turn
Journey through the minds recess
Thus all deeds revealed
Hidden fears exposed to all
Secrets wait unlocked
Battles now do wait unseen
None can fathom what
Past and future coiled in snares
Worlds beyond our ken
Things to twirl and things to sway
Traveller through life's fog


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