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Dawn arrives with a dissonant shriek…
Slipping through on
razor wire
to stand forlorn…
and alert…
in a gradually…
darkening…
fog…
The sun has no
place here,
as silent laughter
rings the ears
of the dead…
and dying….
And though all eyes
remain open…
this place only lives on
in the darkened corners….
draped in sickness…
and blackened..
with loneliness…
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David L. Whitman 12/19/2012 from the rolling fog
Thoughts from the Outdoors 
This is good. I bet Stephen King would love it! lol. Really it is very moving and you can see the fog.
I hope he would lol….Thank you so much!!
This photo was calling for poem and combo is good. Well done David 🙂
I agree mateja…I’m glad you liked it!!1
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Mr. David, your blog is one of my picks for Influential Blog Of 2012, not an award but just a blog I find influential.
And that is a real honor Mr. Juseppi. I appreciate your kind words and value your opinion.
You just go from one spectrum to the next. I have those bi-polar tendencies too. 🙂 Nice.
I know! I’ve been all over the place lately! Lol
I could read this over and over. Letting the sadness coat me. Wait. I have been.
Thank you so much, Marian. Its one of my favorites