blurred clarity

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    blurred clarity

    The thickness of the fog in confusing,
    I can't seem to find my way.
    I'm running in circles,
    trying to survive just one more day

    The moon casts a ring of eerie glow,
    illuminating only what I can see.
    But it is what is not in my vision,
    that I wish would let me be.

    Who or whatever it is is close,
    I can almost hear it's breath.
    luminesent sulfurous ribbons of it's exhalation surround me.
    the only feeling is that of death.

    I can do nothing more.
    I can run no longer.
    It's time to turn,
    and face the monster.

    trying now to see
    what I've escaped my whole life.
    all that's there is a reflection.
    realization cut's like a knife.

    my emotions and deeds
    are plain to see
    in the large sized mirror
    right in front of me.


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    organicchick commented on blurred clarity

    04-20-2009

    Mmmm...I like the end. This is only the second poem of yours that i have read. I like your style.

    JadedJezzabel commented on blurred clarity

    04-19-2009

    hard truth to admit that what has been haunting you is ....you. been there good poem

    odes commented on blurred clarity

    04-05-2009

    are these on the way to becoming lyrics? entwined in tune?

    mrobb6488 commented on blurred clarity

    04-01-2009

    Truth is cruel. It's amazing to realize what we've been afraid of our whole lives is the self but very understandable as there are always portions of the self that we all try so hard to avoid. Fantastic keep it up.

    ccslim commented on blurred clarity

    03-22-2009

    A reflection of what to see, leaves a question within to ask Am I no longer me to shame thee! Now I gotta go shave Thanks for this added insight!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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