I second guessed myself again-
Was it the obscure dark cloud?
Or the hazy occult smoke?
I doubted myself again-
Preaching, teaching,
Gnosis and salvation.
I spat in my eye again-
Vision beclouded
Became enshrouded.
Whose feet tripped me up again?
As I walked down the hall to class-
Set forth on a chosen course,
Only to fall on my arse.
A candle lit in the dark-
Who blew it out?
A stranger who shares my breath?
No. ‘Twas an all too familliar soul-
One whose hole is gaping
Tragic and torn,
Tattered and worn
-freely giving out scorn.
Should I, or shouldn’t I?
Why should I die?
Whose hand holds the blade- dressed all in shade?
It appears to be I.
A fallen myth
A forgotten trail
What befalls one befalls the other-
There is another-
A brother, a pain, a stain.
Be as one, not as the other
Whose mother was insane
Instigate, investigate, uncover, discover-
Who it is behind the mask that will not last- underccover.
Forested hills – misty chills
Steepened in places still.
Rocky path, where’s the map?
To find one’s way still.
By the way I have come to grasp-
Whose hand I must clasp-
It is one such as I
Closer than my eye
Embraced not defaced
Upheld not denied
Beloved though tried
It is for me I died.
Leon Bahrman
January 1, 2012
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Thanks for your blog, nice to read. Do not stop.
Wow I really liked this! You do have some talent.
Thank you so much, Cora! I’ll do a final edit before I actually make it available- but it’s probably already ‘there’.
Glad you liked it.