I Lost My
Cherished Insight,
In The
Dawning Hour of Foretime,
Wading
Towards My Destination
As the Burning Headlights Make Me Blind
As the Burning Headlights Make Me Blind
The
Boisterous Breeze Chilled My Soul,
Where the
Solemn Orisons Were Unheard,
On the
Sinuous Black Rendezvous
And Then
Searching Became My Hobby.
The Memorial
Scrapbook Lay Shattered,
Humbly Grinning
At My Habitual Laxity,
Found Behind
the Shady Wooden Door Once,
Where I Grow
To Challenge My Providence
Now Lost
Forever, My Cherished Insight,
In The
Dawning Hour of Foretime,
Wading
Towards My Destination
As the Burning Headlights Make Me Blind...
As the Burning Headlights Make Me Blind...
very good poem
ReplyDeleteThank You Cifar
ReplyDeleteHeadlights make me blind often so do hooting horns! Will watch this space more often!
ReplyDeleteBtw I do poetry as well
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