Tempest
Tempest
A tempest rages darkly in my soul
Grief invades and disquiets solitude
The theories that I held once, now are crushed
Beneath the weight of loss and emptiness
These beliefs which allowed naiveté
To entertain ideals of joy throughout
Each storm that life can toss my way….
Well, no longer do I have such hope; no more
Deeply felt are hurts that lingered back
Among the fringes of distraction's ruse, where
I provided shelter for each trace of morose thought
But now that cover has been blown aloft
Wicked wind has buckled rigid walls
That so carefully constructed by me stood
By one great gust the sheen was stripped away
From pools of sorrow just beneath the skin
Now, ugly do they lie; these open wounds
They threaten to anile all peace and calm
For here, released from bonds of safe restraint,
The tempest rages free and thunders on
©Donna Golden
June 19, 2005
Copyright © Donna Golden | Year Posted 2007
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