Sunday, August 22, 2004

A blurred haze
A collage of confusion
Lies in front of me.

I look at it and then realise
Somewhere along the line
I have lost myself.


It was a cruel joke
and I was a naive victim
To fall
Headlong into its trap

Had realisation struck afore
I would not have been
Deceived by the beckoning mirages.
The distant thunder rumbles
Waves rage against the rocks
Trees sway from side to side
And the gale howls wildly.

The swirling passions arise
Like a sandstorm.

Unvoiced emotions find expression
Then like a departing tornado,
slowly subside
Into a deafening silence.