Bewitched by the charm of haze,
I walk through the minutiae of a maze;
My eyes flutter in confusion,
The bizzare thoughts bring on.
The mist of my own mystery clears up;
The enigma of emptiness steals control.
Actions become drunken slaves of Purpose;
Sensibility fails to wipe the ruckus
Off my mind.
Strange it is, stranger it becomes;
Darkness goes deeper than black,
I rejoice in the colours that I lack.
I wish this moment never fades,
I hope I never see the lights again.
Ooh wow! 🖤
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Wonderful words!
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Thank you 😊
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Thank you for following CarolCooks2…Nicely worded poem 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂
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