Slowly, surely, I've been wand'ring
To a certain destination
The dreary walk leaves time for pondering
My spirits drop in elevation
The smoky haze leaves interpretation
To the minds of those lost souls
Something close to a loose sensation
Drained away with red-hot coals
The trees reach down, the wind howls
My legs start to a frantic shivering
A sense of capture in hysteria's jowls
The tempters snare, I hear Him whispering
Prickling, my hairs rise unlike I've felt
I begin my walk towards the haze
A low deep growling aroused my ear
Silence, too much! I cannot hear!
Jerking to motion, not even time for a gaze
My heart, my legs, my mind ablaze
Slowly, surely, I've been wand'ring
To where? I'm not sure yet
The rainy sky leads me to pondering
The voices tell me not to fret
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Author:
Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2019 00:23
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Good write Tom. Erm, will ya tell me when ya have got there, wherever it is ya are going?! heehee.
Thank you! Yes, I believe I have arrived lol 🙂
Did you have to take the No.7 bus to get there?! lol.
Sometimes the best place we can find ourselves is in the unknown ...places we just land up ..where we are meant to be...exciting walk you did have it seems...🌹
Very true, thank you for reading the poem 🙂
Pleasure was mine🌹
I love this - especially the first half of this poem.
Such power.
Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it
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