A poetic journey through my mind


Pasteboard prophets,
painted seers,
predictors of laughter
and journeys and tears,
tell me what you
see in my eyes,
mysteries held behind
your mystic guise,
a tall dark stranger,
riches or fate,
tell me now, wise ones,
will I come too late?
will I forever be
one step behind,
tied to the doubt
within my own mind?
sadness or fortune,
love, loss and more,
are waiting for me
behind that cloth door,
do I dare enter,
or will I remain
forever a stranger
to that magic plain?

3 responses

  1. Go on take a chance!

    July 10, 2012 at 2:39 pm

  2. LIsten to your heart, KC–not the cards. But then, you already knew this, didn’t you?

    July 10, 2012 at 4:42 pm

    • KC

      🙂 Poems is poems…I just writes’em, I don’t necessarily listen to’em. 😛

      July 10, 2012 at 5:03 pm

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