Soul Survivor

Soul Survivor Across the long aisle of dawn At cost of the core of my soul Through dense fog I stumble as pawn In search of long humbled bell toll Seeking life lines long undrawn Erased from the tear covered scroll. Perhaps in a vision I seek New maps to awaken my past, Give voice to the bells, let them speak Un-darken the shadows yet cast Make sense of the lines that now streak Cold parchment that I must hold last. 7/12/21015 submitted to – Quatrets – Poetry contest sponsor – Isaiah Zerbst