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....

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.