Crossroads
He closed his eyes to cast away
the peril of his new found truth.
From the greyness within he beholds
the clouds mischievously rolling by,
in the gloom he espies a lonely man
consumed in the confusion that initiates
the conflict between his celestial light,
and the obscurity of life’s abyss.
This mortal, now shackled to the
perpetual script called destiny,
which way his sanity to take him
he really does not know!
Epilogue
Gentle voice sedates me
Surgeon’s choice to set me free
anticipation within the room
participation in sunlight or gloom.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
“Dressing removed, life approved
in glorious living colour!”
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2010
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