Gospel

 

Oh, kindred spirit
where do you hide?
Sitting by the river
pencil in hand
you cry to the paper.
The water hears your hurt
as the wind carries it to me.
 
The suffocating mist hides you.
Trapped in the jungle
I know you are alone, afraid.
Tears of frustration drip from my face.
I can't get to you.
Are you the one who controls the mist?

 

Written By Cat
Submitted: 11-3-99

 

 

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