COBWEBS
Ghostly chamber here
Shrouded in dreams past their time
Will I escape it?
Can it be that I
Have trapped myself in habit?
Will I seek to change?
My future vision
Needs to depend on liberation
From my sad haven.
And escape I must
Lest I find myself surrounded
By days cloaked in cobwebs.
4 comments:
Oh, Lynn, you and I are on the same wavelength, it seems! Cobwebs, indeed! You're a poet with heart and I don't see any cobweb growing on your fabulous poems...
Oh, yes, I love it! richly and hauntingly shadowed!!
How comfortable we often get in our enertia before we realize we are actually hemmed in.
WOW! Boy, did this ever speak to me!! That's certainly not the first time you've done that ... sometimes timing is everything.
Ooooo! I like this!
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