With thanks to F . i . in.e Moods


OUT OF THE MIST

The outcast , felt so so alone

Tears ran down the face

Mist , before the eyes

Hears could ear , as if stuffed with cotton wool

Then the mist began to disappear

A distant voice began to be heard

The Outcast , began to listen

Eyes , began to focus , as The Outcast , look on

The Outcast , heard , '' Hi friend you are welcome hear ''

And before The Outcast , stood a friend , smiling

The Outcast , walked forward to be hugged and hug in return

The Outcast , was no longer so an Outcast

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith



Poetry by ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-03-28 at 03:17

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Glad to know my text could inspire you, Ken :) I like your take on the subject with your words here. The feeling is warm and accepting of the person who is otherwise outcast. It conveys well a very welcoming atmosphere. Nicely written :)
2013-03-29


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A very warming and caring piece, Ken.

Thanks and Happy Easter!

Joe
2013-03-28