The Mist

Is it cloud that falls so gently
When mountain top is kissed
Or does it rise from the valley
This cold and haunting mist

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Ahab had his whale,
And La Mancha its dragons…

She Did Not Know

For when the axe-man came,
Her beauty was to blame…

Empty Hands

Reason born by enlightenment,
Tethered to an instinctual animal…

Fate

Is it making me take three lefts,
When I was meant to go right…

You

You are a mystery,
Shrouded in elegance,
An unsung love song…

Just Lucky I Guess

I don’t know how I would have found you,
What planets would have needed to align…

Midnight Moment

Twelve chimes ghostly bell,
Time points to the sky,
Without detection,
Quickly passes by…

What Do We Do?

What do we do?
When life has lost its sweetness,
When the cheese,
Is not at the end of the maze…

Full Hold, a poem written by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: Full Hold, a poem written by Brad Osborne

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