Bewildered Mind

Stormy in the desert of wrong
My head burning at my Kind
Unable to stir, not even my tongue
As if mad, out of my mind
In the core of my messy rhyme
Unable to find a piece of mine
Sought you at the right time
Before witches could spell nine
Though the sky looked gray and dark
Appealing not to my bewildered sight
And fierce dogs I heard bark,
You shone deeply through to my heart
Thus, my hands reached a shrine
Of that bright holy light of mine

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