Way
I'm slipping into a world I don’t know,
I'm going in a way that doesn’t show,
I try to weave hope into the maze,
I look for a pathway through the haze.
I open the door to my abode,
A deluge makes an inroad,
I'm in a tumultuous session,
In a world beyond view and comprehension.
I'm a portrait of sombre colours,
My chamber is patterned with contours,
I work to assemble my thoughts,
They are bricks of varied sorts.
Dawn chauffeurs me this way,
Little do I know about it to say,
Its volume is sculpted in obscurity,
Its details coalesce in veiled security.
April 24, 2023,
Writing Challenge - 'W' Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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