Untitled (22/01/10)

Untitled (22/01/10)

A Poem by Charlène Boutin

The mist is thick and dark

My confusion it marks

Waving my hands blindingly

Clearly,

I cannot see

For I need a guiding hand

To once again reach my land

Yet my hand throbs still

From the fire that has burnt it crisp

Don't know if I have the will

To walk alone through the mist

Who shall help me?

Who shall catch me

If I stumble upon the ground

Without a sound?

© 2010 Charlène Boutin


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Charlène Boutin
Just can't seem to write like I used to ever since... but hope you enjoy it anyways.

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The need to have guidance and aid in hard times.
Great job.

Posted 14 Years Ago

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 Added on January 26, 2010
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Charlène Boutin
Charlène Boutin

Montréal and Val-d'Or, Canada



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There's more to this world than we see. Artists are gifted with the vision of this world, and can bring forward these visions to others. The world I see goes beyond my eyes, beyond my own life. I hop.. more..

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