Tell me, O seer: A poem 

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Tell me, O seer 

at what do you peer? 

My life is in shambles 

I am lost in the brambles 

Tell me, O seer 

what can I hold so dear? 

My heart is broken 

From grief I haven’t awoken 

The leaves are dry again 

It’s overcast, but there’s no rain 

The bird doesn’t sing 

It has a broken wing 

The tide is not full 

The sun has gone cool 

The dogs do not bark 

Days hunger like a shark 

Will the crystal’s voice 

give the dusk a choice? 

I have paid your price 

Is it worth the dice? 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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