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Lake of Lost Souls
by Stephen Watson
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  As I row my boat across this foul lake
The cold mists of time envelop me;
Freezing my bones; their deathly
Touch reaching into every fibre of my body.

The lapping water crowds my hearing and
Melds with the groans and sighs from
The submerged denizens of this cursed
Place of death, imploring me to join them.

I look downward, and blank eyes, long lost
In secret eternal thought stare back dully at me;
And blink in unison.

The damned have nothing else to do now;

But wait.
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June 16, 2013
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Comment A truly modernist poem with its powerful imagery....well expressed.

mADHAVI
06/19/2013 09:13 AM




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