I Sit At the Bench
Deep into the mist, fog entails all gray
The trinkets of hair pieces has my day
Opens her relevant hands that fist
Fog entails all gray, deep into the mist
Lamppost dimly lights with an amber glow
Never a hostile scene just calm we know
Webs condensate even during the nights
With an amber glow, lamppost dimly lights
My path before me I can’t see the end
Fog has blazed its mark, surely it does send
Its vibe scratches my head leads tenderly
I can’t see the end, my path before me
I walk slowly, unknown the gravity
Fence blocks my progress holding endlessly
Light is glowing over my head freely
Unknown the gravity, I walk slowly
I sit, I sit at the bench which I passed
My mind in warm tears to what has amassed
Fog seems to have hurt me, even a bit
I sit at the bench which I passed, I sit
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3/6/2014
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
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