Piercing Thoughts

By Scott McCord

A collection of poems that is reflective of the ups and downs of everyday life. We can choose to use those struggles to better ourselves and fight the endless war with a spirit of hope.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780359356768

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Piercing Thoughts

Piercing Thoughts

A Collection of Poems

By

Scott McCord

© Author Scott McCord All Rights Reserved

ISBN # 978-0-359-35597-6

Table of Contents

Contents

A Haunting Time

A Lighted Path

A Voice

Alone in the Night

Beautiful Girl

Beauty

Belong

Beloved

Beneath

Bliss

Burden

Comfort

Dear friend

Distant shore

Dreams of Gold

Empty

Enlight

Faded Star

Faded

Faith

Fearless

Fleeting

Free

Ghosts

Grace

Haunted

Hemicrania

His Boundless Love

Home

Hope

I Have Not Met

Illusion

Insomnia

Invictus

Journey

Longing

Looking Glass

Lucy

Memory’s Ghost

Mordor’s Siege

My Heart to You

My Hope

My Son

New day

Nobody Knows

Painted Dreams

Paradise

Passion

Pierced

Piercing Thoughts

Prevail

Rain

Rebirth

Redemption

Reminisce

River of Souls

Rock

Roots

Set Apart

Shooting Star

Sky of Dreams

Soar

Sojourn

Solitary Solace

Tempest

The Ashes

The Fight

The Garden

The Haunting

The Specter

The Timekeeper

The Weaver

This Dance

This Man

Touch a Star

Unanswered Questions

Unbound

Unbroken

Unknown Step

Unknown

Weary Flight

Who Am I?

Whole

Wings

Winter Dreams

Winter’s Reign

With You

Within

Wonder

Yearn

Your Lips

Your Love

Your Name

A Haunting Time

Though oft alone, they heard a moan

But could not tell from whence it came.

A flush, a creak, but still no peek

Of what lies there; what is its name?

A paper rolled down hall I’m told

A fearless dog afraid of it.

He would not touch and moved not much

As if it rose from basement’s pit.

I come back home from worlds I roam

At night I lay my head to sleep.

As I lay there, I stop and stare

Before I fade to dreams not deep.

It takes not long, ‘fore something’s wrong

And so I wake, get out of bed.

Still half-asleep, my mind does creep

I shake the webs out of my head.

I feel the call, so down the hall

I walk the floor, there is no light

When I am through, what else to do?

Why does the sky seem as a blight?

Back in the room there is a gloom

I shut the door and walk towards bed.

Something’s not right, what was that light?

Came from behind and felt like dread.

I’m on my own, but not alone

Looked like flashlight behind my back.

Reflect off glass, make calmness pass

But when I turn there’s only black.

Back in the bed, can’t rest my head

Something is wrong and out of place.

Dark all I see in front of me

So I sit up and touch my face.

So I call out with firm placed shout

And I ask if someone is there.

If spirit be in here with me

Then show yourself, as if a dare.

So in black night, I call that Wight

And then I felt a bone-like chill.

I felt so cold, like something old

Was in that room and I grew still.

Though not quite weak, I did not speak

There were no words that I could say.

Though nothing seen, my senses keen

Could feel as if I was its prey.

Then nothing there, an empty lair

And once again I am alone.

What did I feel and was it real?

And was I there before its throne?

So back to sleep, again not deep

I did not get much rest that night.

The thoughts that race from empty face

That to my eyes not given sight.

I still don’t know if yes or no

What did I see or sense that night?

Was it a ghost, a troubled host?

The years would pass and then insight.

A story told like days of old

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