Silhouette of Life
A misty path all through ahead
Quite uncommon, quiet was the way
Moonshine, the guide to his dark forlorn destiny
Marionette played by an unseen unknown.
Enigmatic enjambment, enmeshed he was
Left in the middle of somewhere, alas
New faces, hard facers, these phases are great
His quest for the treasure with no knowledge begun.
All that is left now is a whorl of hope,
To get through the labyrinth, this misanthrope.
One day, the bootless might be well-heeled
The secret lies there he'll say Finally revealed.
Take a look at your past, your awry trail
You never get a second chance and thereby hangs a tale.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
