Leslie

This merciless tyrant, Tormentor of souls Chooses trusting young Leslie as prey He scrambles her thoughts And darkens her moods Each dawn brings The same stormy day. Alone and adrift On an ocean so vast She’s as lonely And lost as can be But on the distant horizon Gleams a gold, welcoming shore That no one but Leslie can see.

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Beryl Edmonds

Date: 3/29/2023 2:27:00 PM

It’s to be hoped Leslie found that golden shore and was not tormented anymore. A moving write Robert… Belle

Robert Gorelick
Date: 3/29/2023 4:03:00 PM

God willing, Belle. Thank you for your concern.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 12/15/2021 2:33:00 PM

Ah, Leslie is a visionary, obviously. I enjoyed this poem, Robert.

Robert Gorelick
Date: 12/15/2021 3:04:00 PM

Dear Milton, Thank you for your comment. It's based upon a story I wrote concerning a wonderful friend who was tragically afflicted with schizophrenia. Reading "Perplexity of the mind," I was struck by the line "Shuttle aside those hints of positivity." It makes me wonder if I'm in control of my mind--or what the mind even is.