Wilma R. Cole

(Middleton, Tennessee)

Restless Dreams - Poem by Wilma R. Cole

Fogged in is the Metropolitan Dream
Lost in man's blind vision
To build a city.
Peace escapes the city
As it floats unknowingly
Like a demon of madness-
Congested, restless...
Always for want of rest,
Disturbed as the uncertain night.
Values, virtues, vices...a wilderness
Of man's making
Mirrored in the conscience of man.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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