A Halloween Poem

Glittering glass with prisms light,
guide me in through the passage night.
Colors cut beneath my feet,
the wounding pieces make me weep.
Yet I can’t seem to get off this path
made of sharpness, hurtful glass.
Flooding rivers come the flow,
venting feelings, bleeding so.
Days of light bring you there again,
while the nights leave the scars to mend.
Glittering glass my footing wretched,
dreams are lost in whimsy fetch.
Night of imagination once a dream,
a nightmare now and I begin to scream.
Path of destiny, path of light
pulls me in this lost fore night…
copyrighted  2005 CMM

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