River Walk
Walking through the thick,
Green and grey fog,
The moisture of life's despair,
Wraps a blanket of pain and self-consciensiousness,
Upon my soul.
Leaving trails of emptiness and depression,
Step-by-Step,
The walk through life's challanges,
Escallating to voyages to many misty,
Lonely,empty dreams.
No chance sunlight will show her face,
Amongst these players on this stage.
It's curtain call,
It's a hue of grey unclear images.
Last minute promises and broken plans.
Riverwalk
Copyright © Norman Geary | Year Posted 2005
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