Elusive Lucidity
whirling of thoughts in a scrambled braindarkness 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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