A Dusty Sight Poem by Sharron Stephenson

A Dusty Sight

Rating: 4.8


hear my cries listen to the whispers,
from this dusty mind,

watch the limits i bare,
to cross,

strip the words from once i spoke,
to the last vowel,

the sight i seek.
is in my reach,

just outside,
my control,

but in my heart,
the day will come,

when the palm,
will touch,

the last post,
and the past,
is far behind,
for the last time

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eric Cockrell 12 October 2011

you travel well... and your journey will have a good ending! great poem!

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Shadow Girl 10 October 2011

wow this is so moving..love it. ur writing gets deeper and stronger. -SG xo

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