Within the Fog

Revolving myths. A fog of mist.
The nimbus of the light become a blur.
They never were the way
you thought they were.

So much more turned into less.
Ordered themes become a mess.
The chaos winning every game
you played.

Wishing you had found the strength
to stay within those ever loving arms.
Looking back and seeing all the harm
that you had caused.

Deep, the sigh, and then another pause.
Disregarded feelings hiding there,
behind the door to your survival.
Shock that never turns into revival.

Mothers weep and children
keep on running. And there you sit,
your hand within your pocket.
Pleasure spawned a brighter dawn.

You lost the feel of being born.
Endless days and nights depress you so.
You thought by now that you'd have grown
into a mighty man.

While man-made time destroys the noise
you had at your command.
Power outage. Wants. Desires.
Somebody put out the fire.

Your mind was blown.
You'll never find your youth.
The patterns of your reasoning
deserted you within the great unknowns.

Revolving myths. A fog of mist.
The nimbus of the light become a blur.
A stroke, and all your words begin to slur.
While deep within, the memories still stir.

A touch of grace.
A time. A place.
One last glimmer
of a lost unending kiss
of molten bliss...

? Michaelette ?

8/27/2004
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