Peering into the mist
reality overshadows
at times.
Haze rising above the surface
dims the pathway.
Mind is plagued by the misdeeds
of others.
Heart burdened from all the
incurable maladies.
An area unspoken by many.
Henceforth, open my heart and mind...
this is where I belong.
Linda,
Sometimes it is hard to get out of that apathetic rut isn't it? Half the battle is realizing that you are actually in it, hazy as it is.
Well expressed Linda. I enjoyed reading your poem. Now for me to get cracking!
ps (Did you mean to write 'plaqued', or 'plagued?')
F.M. Salphire
dear linda: i am shocked at ur ability to make me laugh and smile. i thought u probably were a dictionry or a book or a vocabualary writng a poem on its own. they are great. please please write more for me to critique love Toni xxx