Lost
The wind that chills me
seeps through me silent
Dread the fading twilight
where familiarity shows no
contours blending with the
shade that hides it.
I seek the light but blinded
by the night I stumbled
felt my terror rumble
slipped down a scree
could not see what was
in front of me
Lucid reasoning slashed
on thorns of denial
panic all but stricken
lost within the wicket thicket
Having no place within this
nocturnal wilderness that
preys on the meek taking
caution not to rouse my
presence as fair game
the wild watching the tame
Felt it coming on the wind
waiting for the light of day
sodden on the earth I lay
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May that light of day soon be with you.
hi many thanks for your comment ,,,zigs
An intriguing piece, Zigs!
Phenomenal imagery!
I read it like a dream...
The dream begins where
one feels helplessness.
As the dream continues,
it gets darker and darker.
Feeling helpless and ready to surrender, one wakes up to that which illuminates...
as I can see in your well chosen visual! A brilliant write! Enjoyed the read!
~Laura~
Laura you hit the nail on the head as to how you describe this poem, you understand it so well thank you for that ,,,,,zigs
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