Emer Lyons

(11/05/1988 / Bandon, Co. Cork, Ireland.)

I Can't See


The fog, the mist;
it carries me down.

I wouldn't call it
darkness, I wouldn't call
it night. Just as
bewildering though.

If I don't find a signpost
soon, I don't know what
I will do. I need
a lantern,

a candle, a flicker of
light. Just enough to help
me to make
some distance.

I don't need to see
the end. I've never
been fond of
conclusions.

Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, December 13, 2011

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  • Bobby Wynn (5/1/2013 12:47:00 PM)

    Been down that road as a trucker, many time and more, but I love the poem, would have liked to have written it which makes it something no one can take away from you. (Report) Reply

  • Sam Aleks (12/12/2011 10:22:00 PM)

    when life gives you uncertainty without an instruction manual, make love to your confusion. (Report) Reply

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