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The day the mist fell like a shimmering veil on the
unsuspecting world
was the day when a long forgotten darkness raised its head,
yawned and uncurled,
and his thoughts were rearranged as it stretched to flip a switch,
of his mind he lost control, focussed redirection ditched,
and when Roger Waters asked “Is there anybody out there”
every sense in him agreed, ‘twas the devil who doesn’t care,
who induced in him a longing for a silence that is deep,
for a numbing by the poison in his veins to through him seep,
and no play the world now offered would detract him from this
end,
for tonight he walks the shadow world that to the grave
descends.
whew...what would it take for the devil to draw us into that numbness that comes only when the lights go out...well writ
ReplyDeleteThere cannot be any shadows without a source of light. "Tis a great poem, though.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! Loved it.
ReplyDelete"... for tonight he walks the shadow world that to the grave descends." Just awesome!