The following poem I wrote one day this week as I looked out at a winter's day with the wind howling and the sky black and threatening. The words fitting the storms we have witnessed lately and indeed the storms that can sometimes disrupt our lives.
Bleakness and turmoil in secret
Creeping crawling stringing along;
Down deep in the bleak dungeons
Where do we belong?
Sharp cruel outlines tormenting
Piercing pointing feelings so strong;
Dodging life’s imminent minefields
Keep forging along.
Each chipping prodding thudding
Losses smacking smashing life’s song;
Withstanding fate’s darkest choosing
Directions go wrong.
Minds in turmoil beg deep cravings
Fantasies a safety we long;
I keep yearning begging strongly
Passages so long.
Images mirages longings
Crave the mystical barong;
Finding peace a pure solace
In the world’s mixed throng.
Such tormentuous and bleak pressures
Poisoned by Satan’s darkest prong;
All banished into oblivion
By faith’s boldest gong.
The coarseness of Tongues are a-lashing
Cruel Tormentors are a-thrashing;
Find retribution’s cries unnerving
As Faith’s powers unite caressing.