Twisting Paths
Poem
by Randy Lane
Concentrated and sedated
through shackled eyes I perceive.
Your life endowed now with strife
marching endlessly.
Thoughts meander burnt to cinder
ashes of mortal care
In search of death a whispered breath
brave it now if you dare.
Hopeless dreams burst on the scene
like fairies caught in flight.
Vapor spirit as you near it
the day turns into night.
Shadowed fingers how they linger
caressing as they bend.
Twisting paths now resist
life comes to an end.
Twisting Paths© COPYRIGHT 2005 Randy Lane. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 05/16/05
