Inner Mysteries (standard:poetry, 170 words)
Author: kissofthehungry	Added: Jan 17 2005	Views/Reads: 3475/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A poem about changes that are dark and strange within one.

There's a mystery of epic proportions stirring me awake Lifting corners,
opening doors, picking clues all inside of me So many questions raising 
eyebrows, tickling the curiousity There's something mysterious, 
something new at work within Ignoring all the different views, trying 
to keep the focus straight But the spell has been set, and my vision is 
torn away Locked in the mystery that has become me, A fabrication of my 
best tales beset Wonder if I can solve it before me it bests. The 
dischorded keys play the haunting tune That moves my feet to silence 
Walking on the broken glass that burns like tainted fire Colored red by 
the blood of my pain Soaking the floor that was never there The mystery 
still grows far more, confusing my mind Tying me in knots, turning me 
around, until I'm so lost I can't find up or down Perhaps, as the wave 
of the past sweeps me away I will find the anchor that will at last 
bring me to peace.


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