Thanks to , Zoya ( Zaidi ) , who sent me her response to a poem of mine. This is inspird me to write this. Thank you dear, Zoya , hugs , D)
Fear filled my very being ,
No way back , I could hear it collapsing ,
Behind me , bricks , splashing in to ,
Walters of my despair ,
I herd whispering all around me ,
Could not make out a single word ,
My fear's grew ,
The silence so heavy , apart from ,
The inaudible whispering ,
My boots cared me on ,
On automatic , trying not to think ,
How I wonted to just lay down ,
Curl up like a baby , goo to sleep ,
To never wake up ,
All around it were so dark , no , black ,
I tried to keep my head up , my eyes , mind ,
Keep my future, in focus ,
Tears now of fear filled my eyes , ran down my cheeks ,
My boots kick something , it squeaked , a rat I think ,
Waiting for me to fall , lay down , on I went , stumbling ,
As I went on , memory's , regrets came back to haunt me ,
Then I managed to lift my head , throue my ferfull eyes ,
I saw a light , it were not to bright , it flicked ,
Like a glow-worm ,
I perked up a bit , my mind , my eyes , had something ,
To something to walk to ,
Well I made my way to that light ,
Behind the light were a figer , of a woman , man , or child ,
I could not tell , seamed all three in that one spectre ,
Now tears of relieve , flooded from me ,
THANK , THANK , YOU, OH THANK YOU ,
You have saved me from the dark ,
What's , your name? Who are you?
The stranger , smiled ,
''My name? '' , ''who am I?'' ,
''Why do you ask?'' , ''do you not recognise me?'' ,
''Have you forgotten me? ''
''For I am hope , my friend ''.
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2009-12-12 at 10:31
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THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNAL
The tunnel were were dark , inky black ,Fear filled my very being ,
No way back , I could hear it collapsing ,
Behind me , bricks , splashing in to ,
Walters of my despair ,
I herd whispering all around me ,
Could not make out a single word ,
My fear's grew ,
The silence so heavy , apart from ,
The inaudible whispering ,
My boots cared me on ,
On automatic , trying not to think ,
How I wonted to just lay down ,
Curl up like a baby , goo to sleep ,
To never wake up ,
All around it were so dark , no , black ,
I tried to keep my head up , my eyes , mind ,
Keep my future, in focus ,
Tears now of fear filled my eyes , ran down my cheeks ,
My boots kick something , it squeaked , a rat I think ,
Waiting for me to fall , lay down , on I went , stumbling ,
As I went on , memory's , regrets came back to haunt me ,
Then I managed to lift my head , throue my ferfull eyes ,
I saw a light , it were not to bright , it flicked ,
Like a glow-worm ,
I perked up a bit , my mind , my eyes , had something ,
To something to walk to ,
Well I made my way to that light ,
Behind the light were a figer , of a woman , man , or child ,
I could not tell , seamed all three in that one spectre ,
Now tears of relieve , flooded from me ,
THANK , THANK , YOU, OH THANK YOU ,
You have saved me from the dark ,
What's , your name? Who are you?
The stranger , smiled ,
''My name? '' , ''who am I?'' ,
''Why do you ask?'' , ''do you not recognise me?'' ,
''Have you forgotten me? ''
''For I am hope , my friend ''.
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 519 times
Written on 2009-12-12 at 10:31
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