Write NowA Poem by M LamontTrying to configure my ideas into words Trying to arrange the thoughts into logic Searching and stumbling along These wicked crisscrossed paths that tangle my head
This journey taken thousands of times How does this landscape change so quickly? How does a road so well known and traveled Become a foreign land in a matter of seconds?
My end is drawing near Behind me is the torment found along the way Quickly replaced with the rush of joy A welcomed calm at the final ending
Written by: Mark Lamont July 2007 © 2008 M LamontReviews
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