enigma

By David Garrett July 11, 2010 Posted in poetry
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The door is locked, My egress blocked – From here, there’s no escape.

But where is there? The walls of air Refuse to take a shape.

There’s only light, No stair in sight, As mist gives way to mist.

I’ve found no key, No hope for me Is certain to exist.

“Who’s there?” I cry; Out there I spy A figure moving round.

The man I see Then, suddenly, Fades out without a sound.

My voice grows hoarse But, then, of course No answer is in store -

This dismal curse Grows ever worse, Trapped here forever more.


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