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Through The Fog

The answer came without a clue.
When I finally made it through.
I didn't know there was a question.
I thought it was just a suggestion.

Now I look back through the fog.
Of yesterday's polluted smog.
With no map to find my way.
To a place that I'd want to stay.

The sun don't shine as bright.
There's no fun, it just ain't right.
Dreams are hung on a dark star.
And hope, it just seem's too far.

Another day awaken's into the mist.
Filled with possibilities I just resist.
As I wait for what never comes.
As if I'm just twiddling my thumbs.

After a time you get wore down.
You can't even find a way out of town.
Get somewhere where grass is green.
But instead all I see is what I've seen.

Now I look back through the fog.
Of yesterday's polluted smog.
With no map to find my way.
To a place that I'd want to stay.




Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 7/9/2017 7:52:00 PM
a sad one, but well done, RObert. It was nice to see all your comments on my poems recently. I was away but now am back here catching up. Let me see if you have any other work posted recently.
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Leslie Albright
Date: 7/9/2017 8:20:00 PM
Hi Andrea, Thanks for stopping by. Hope your trip to Graceland was awesome.
Date: 7/8/2017 7:55:00 PM
i don't know how a poem can be both sad and catchy, but you've managed to write one, robert. i like the way you've used repetition and, as always, your rhyme is spot-on. i do hope you're not really feeling so down, though. if so, take your own advice and "get somewhere where grass is green..."
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Leslie Albright
Date: 7/9/2017 7:00:00 AM
Thanks for stopping by ilene. Always nice to hear from you.