On the verge…
Both lost and found.
Emotions surge…
Now breaking down.
Feel the urge…
There's no control.
Shadows merge,
And purge the soul!
There on the edge
Of rhyme and reason,
The poet found
The shadow season.
So cold and dark,
And yet alluring.
Offering lies
That seem enduring.
And there he was
Touched by these flames
Rewriting rules
He thought could not change!
There on the edge
Of rhyme and reason,
The poet lost
What would have freed him.
Gone forever
From there in his sights,
Within the fires
Unwelcome rewrites.
And so it's told
That here he shattered
Holding a dream
This torn and tattered!
On the verge…
Both lost and found.
Emotions surge…
Now breaking down.
Feel the urge…
There's no control.
Shadows merge,
And purge the soul!
There on the edge
Of rhyme and reason,
The poet found
No truer treason.
And looking out
Towards this new dawn
He lost the way
To truly move on.
And here, it's told
That the shadows cast,
Then became one,
As the poet passed…
On the verge…
Both lost and found.
Emotions surge…
Now breaking down.
Feel the urge…
There's no control.
Shadows merge,
And purge the soul!
There on the edge
Of rhyme and reason,
The poet found
The shadow season…
(2/07/12)
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