Lost in the present,
wallowing in seedy mire
listening to the slush slush of footesteps
going nowhere,
yet I can see a light.
Focussed on that glow of hope
from my tunnel where lost memories
seem to still linger
like a haze of confusion,
I trip and fall facedown
into the future.
Obscurity prevails,
above an hypnotic slush
of hopelessness.
Author notes
Picture Credit - http://th04.deviantart.com/fs39/300W/i/2008/334/6/f/The_fog_at_the_end_by_Snakeraid.jpg
A contest entry
- Picture Prompts - Reserve - no more than 20 lines by Cannonsfire.
3999 points, ended December 4, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful
Love the way you expressed the feelings in the picture. So very well done. Thank you for sharing.
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Grey and drab, the picture and your words flow wonderfully together and yet there is still that light at the end of the darkness.
Best wishes in the contest.
Love Margaret
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Perfect
your poems seems to fit perfectly with my view of the picture. Oh the darkness and hopelessness that shades towards the light.
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Nice dark touches here, was hoping for one that went to the darker side of things. Nice job. C
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