Treasure Island

peter doane

(1993 / halifax)

what my vision fortold


twas it night, or day
i could not tell
this time,
my visions did fortell
was it night, or day
it seems like a blurr
in the light of the night
a battle i did fight
my thoght was to run
but my body just hung
my thoght was to hide
but my body, was tied
i dont know what possed me
i dont know what fought me
was it me or just the thoght of maybe.
was it in my head this felling of dread
or just the night.
in the light of the night
a battle i did fight
only to cour in fright.
twas it night or day
i could not tell
this time my visions did fortell
i was gone in the bloody towel
and i let out a houl through my cowl
to the thoght of goodbye.

Submitted: Friday, December 28, 2007
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  • John Anderson (12/31/2007 1:18:00 PM)

    Enjoyed this. Good rhythm, reader gets into your brain, but the misspellings are distracting and force me to figure out for a split second what word you're looking for. (Report) Reply

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