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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Why is there fog, thick with grim from the breath of pursed lips that blemishes the view distorting the glass?....I ask you Is there a peaceful place for the soul? I stand by the window and peer through the blinds The wind whips trees and muddles the mind something sails through the dark with a thump I can hear leers up at me with hopeless blind-sight,.. and tends once again to instill me with fear A tendril of grass from the devil's own hand snakes its way up the porch beyond the first step And there….lies intrusion an anthill away, ..it comes every day to dim all the light …… no peace for the soul, blood red ever flows There is always a grim taste of nightmarish reality, It is not an illusion a voice too inhuman….it reeks of the devil not a game to be played I can't hide like an ostrich…..but maybe I should Deceit mixed with truth, only death in pursuit Which has now been cloven by the worst of mankind Now waits on the stoop Rumpled and bound for the weary to find Have I triumphed from fear when I open the door A slit to peek out, take what lies at my feet? What is black, what is white what is read, bloody red bringing dread, bringing grief No solace, relief Am I weak, without will, a moth drawn to the flame? What is sane? What is real? Where is peace for the soul? There is death at my door Always more, always more …..where, Oh dear Lord, is there peace for the soul? __________________________________________________________ 9/14/16 Scare Me Good Poetry Contest
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