Great Expectations Poem

March 13, 2014 at 5:40pm

The mist rolled in and the marsh became a mystery again
You couldn't tell where it decided to begin and where to end
The creeping dampness  and shadows allowed no sense of security
Within the cemetery, a convict ate and filed away, both done hurriedly
When a tempest came, with angry clouds and heavy rains, man stayed behind his door
Wind blew guests into the inn, drunks into the bar, and Joe deep into the forge ever more
Even when winds change and a great fortune came, so did the fog and mist
To London one goes, it clouds judgement and conceals dangers both easily missed
Everyone, whether dirt poor or wealthy, faces a social class war
However, morals come not with money, but it still does twist a man’s core
Darkness brings unknowns lurking in the corners; life is full of uncertainty
Without having the answers and only gray-lines, everything borders ambiguity
Vessels standing out a sea, white sails and all, the tide and water line dips low
Her image reflects in everything, every thought and place, in every water flow
The marsh and mist conceals convicts, attackers, and friends  alike
Holding lessons, reflections, secrets and back to two men wrestling in a dyke
When the winds pick up and the weather finally does clear
When answers are realized and ends mended and finally over the fear
In closure, all is one and one is all, men are revealed for what they truly are
As everyone is destined to part this world and their legacies left behind to rust
Upon death, whether violent or at peace, it is
ashes to ashes
dust to dust