a battle of thoughts


Elusive Lucidity

whirling of thoughts in a scrambled brain
darkness of night and white blindness of day
infinite spinning of hopes twisted askew
grasping for a stronghold to which I can stay...

but nothing is there, it all slips into the mist
swirling like clouds, changing of each shape,
building up into a black thunderous mass
exploding lightning strikes, deciding my fate...

charred and smoldering without a home
i'm left abandoned in my ashen state
never finding the answers to peace of mind
But if it may come, pray don't be too late.

Kathy Lockhart
6/22/06






Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-06-22 at 05:51

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*Ness*
u are such a good poet!! i love ur work!!
2006-06-28


wee2souls
love the way you write within..
how you write so poetically
with meaning ..
cindy
2006-06-22


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
A very good poem written by a very good poet ;)
And I wont pray for you dear because it's never too late :) remember that
2006-06-22


Malin Johansson
Everything is a battle, and for every battle we fight, we grow stronger...
and for every problem that hits us and slaps us in the face, we fight because we hope to find peace of mind some day, and I pray for you to find piece of mind...
A very good poem here!!!
hugs // Malin
2006-06-22



I'm not too late here!!! love you kat!!!nice poem!!!kissess
2006-06-22


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
it will come and i am sure it wont be too late avery powerful text well done Kathy rgds mike
2006-06-22


Arti
I can sooooo identify with this poem - It happens to me so much of the time!
"whirling of thoughts in a scrambled brain
darkness of night and white blindness of day
infinite spinning of hopes twisted askew
grasping for a stronghold to which I can stay..."
Awww.Awsome.
((hugs))
Arti.
2006-06-22