Warrior Poet's Original Poetry

Through the mist he drifts,
incoherent of that which is attempting to cut through the haze
In an inner world, one of his own creation
A safe haven where he performs feats only dreamed of
Where he lingers at the cosmos core
A place where his wondrous gifts are highly regarded
Where all are in awe of him,
he is the centre of their deliberation
In the murk he undergoes sensations
not experienced from without
Outside of the protection it is
oft only the discord that is perceived
The harmony is somehow filtered,
it does not see its' way through to his heart
When life becomes intimidating, he hides in his stupor
That is where he feels safe
There he does not have to deal
with the pain brought on by his perception

Douglas A. Walker

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