Purple Fog Nothingness
I continue in darkness while
supposed light shines distant;
distant and unattainable
beyond a purple fog on its hands and knees
feeling its way through the night
like an angel of death.
Where is the light so many refer to?
I’ve died a thousand deaths but only seen
the purple fog nothingness creeping like
a rising river
tumbling over sand bags.
I have not seen light.
supposed light shines distant;
distant and unattainable
beyond a purple fog on its hands and knees
feeling its way through the night
like an angel of death.
Where is the light so many refer to?
I’ve died a thousand deaths but only seen
the purple fog nothingness creeping like
a rising river
tumbling over sand bags.
I have not seen light.
John Kross is an aspiring poet living and working in Dallas,Texas.
he has been published here several times at "Napalm and Novocaine"
August 2012 and at "The Mind(less) Muse" August 2012.
You can read most of John's work and interact with him
as himself at www.hellopoetry.com.
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