At Admission
By Myra Lochner
Who was waiting here before me? Waiting for the call from convicting Chambers be it Life or Death? This chair still carries the imponderable vibrations of all invisible souls nearing that Vast Land of Dusk ... or Dawn Oh! I hear a poignant plea: Mercy is needed - for both these paths bring pain ... Mercy ... and some Landmark on this winding journey through gorges of grief Courage too - if beckoned by the Raven of the Dark ... My soul shall not be shrouded by black cloak! I thus unshadow my sad eyes and wish a pair of longer wings For not a single soul can travel very far in this redeeming Rain of Stars blinded or with fettered feet ... myra 6.03.2002Waiting for medical results at the hospital ... Written March 6th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 03:44 AM PST, Myra Lochner 12 • 11 • 8
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"Who was waiting here before me?..."