Jazzy Davies

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Battle Of Will (S) - Poem by Jazzy Davies

Nights misty tendrils searing the senses,
and the fragrance of change lifts the soul.
You sit in the starlight, brooding and pensive,
and I see you struggle with self control.
The turmoil within you battles,
indecision boils and rattles,
pain visible, fiery and raw,
confusion at the door.
I wish I could help soothe your angst,
but you journey alone, strong and proud,
and as the flowers turn their heads away,
I leave you now, to welcome the new day,
to fulfill your path, on your lonely road..
the man that walks by himself.

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  • (7/29/2013 8:20:00 PM)

    Nights misty tendrils searing the senses, An apostrophe might help? Night's
    the man that walks by himself. perhaps the man who walks by himself?
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 13, 2010

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