Hounds of fog

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On the edge of another yesterday

I woke tired and feeling thirsty

As I wiped my broken sleep away

In the darkness, I head for a drink

First, I felt cold than the warmth

For just a moment I thought I felt

That you were standing next to me

Silence and shadows are like warriors

They’ll never surrender their forte

I’m broken but imitating, I’m okay

Darkness tracks wisps of my wounds

Then it will come for everything else

Another empty glass and I’ll escape

A reality that’s abandoned me… already

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish. View all posts by Poet of the Light

Published January 31, 2023