THE MIST

The mist descends ,
Thick , so thick ,
Can not see a thing ,
In front , behind , or around ,
Cant even tell if it's day or night ,
Watch , can not see , no idea ,
Just what the time is ,

Turn around , looking fore a light to guide ,
Carling out in to the mist ,
Hopeful that some will hear ,
No one calls back ,

Turned so many times ,
Now no idea , of the direction ,
Facing front to wear the intenshan was ,
Is it now was ,
Is now looking back from witch the lost came ,

Is now the directions lay to the side ,
If so witch side?

Just to what degree of the compass now lays the way ,

The answer lays in the mist

The Dyslectic Poet

Ken D Williams




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Written on 2010-09-05 at 12:21

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Qudsi Rizvi
the sense of lost is finely reflected in the words and their patterns....
2010-09-06


shells
You seem to have lost your way, sometimes your eyes just have to adjust, then all is clear. I have absolutely no sense of direction, so I feel I am walking in your words.
2010-09-05