A Deadwood I Was Poem by Radhamani Sarma
A Deadwood I Was
I was a dead wood
drifting along the spooky path
of maze and intrigues,
the scary foam of waves surge
a whirl of surreal in me,
tossing me up and down,
the mariner’s compass,
holds a dumb charade
at the moment of travesty,
Your Advent is The
Enlightenment of Beacon.
Halo glows ever.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: enlightenment,spooky
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8/29/2026 7:53:47 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
From aimless drifting, you are given direction and destination! Enjoyed this write and welcome to poem hunter! !