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Wizzards in the dark

Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
edited June 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The brightness of the sun is burning in my eyes
I have to open them just to see inside.

hiding in the shadows in the corners of my mind
wizzards in the dark waiting for their time.
A time to whisper things I can not hear
only sounds of voices I can not understand
that are waiting for me here.

A time to lay in wait
A time to see me still
above myself in disbelief shaking from the chill

A call to take me home
A call to leave the wizzards
A call to chase them back to where they belong.

I only want to go home.

Godfather.
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Comments

  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    this is Very good!!!
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    Godfather. wrote:
    The brightness of the sun is burning in my eyes
    I have to open them just to see inside.

    hiding in the shadows in the corners of my mind
    wizzards in the dark waiting for their time.
    A time to whisper things I can not hear
    only sounds of voices I can not understand
    that are waiting for me here.

    A time to lay in wait
    A time to see me still
    above myself in disbelief shaking from the chill

    A call to take me home
    A call to leave the wizzards
    A call to chase them back to where they belong.

    I only want to go home.

    Follow the yellow brick road
  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    mysticweed wrote:
    this is Very good!!!

    thanks G !

    Godfather.
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