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Unforetold, Destined

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which should I lend credence?
the song in my head
or the beating of the heart,
for the path to choose

in quest for answers,
the puzzle of life
is just a cryptic jumble,
with no pieces fitting together

I have lost my thread
I cannot find my way back
the grail I seek,
eludes me in this labyrinth

I know the words
they sing in the head,
with stubborn persistence
but the tongue is tied to silence

will the eye behold heaven,
the angel of surreal dreams?
will the hand touch silk,
the warmth of delayed company?

the die is not yet cast
the forecast cannot come forth
the cup is half full,
it leaks equally with every pouring

in the stillness of day,
an expectation shall brew
there will either be a storm,
or a rainbow bathed in a gentle hush
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Lioness said…
This is very nice. I enjoy reading your poetry - keep writing.
PoP
November 30, 2009 at 7:23 AM
Antony Kamau said…
Thank you Lioness, I very much appreciate it. I shall keep writing, I promise.
December 1, 2009 at 2:01 PM
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