Open Poetry #12 |
The wanderer |
walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
In the middle of the night, he walks to me. The wanderer, enters my peace. He chokes it and torments it. Eventually, getting in my fantasies. He shapes me, to his own will. He provokes me,and with his hand takes me to a forgotten land. There, I succumb to his intentions. No mercy I find, as he stares right at my mind. Mesmerized, by his own doings, I find that I'm left behind. Lost in an explosive world. Suddently, I loose this game. He claims nothing and goes away. I recover from my senseless ways, feeling empty, but without shame. A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
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