Storm Surge

--- Storm Surge --- Beyond the sweating window Howls a wind as if in pain. The tapping of the droplets grow Passing way to pounding rain. Trees once motionless and straightly Reaching down toward safer ground. Their leaves that swayed so gently Quake and roll with rumbled sound. When havoc swings its angry sword Passive walking breaks to run. Ahead turns into backward. Evil’s pleasures block the sun. Familiar calm upon the walkway Becomes a strange and dangerous path. Every step through oozing clay Pulls life deeper into wrath. There among the rubble A once adored and trusted toy. Some anxious doubt about its trouble. Its memory now destroyed. Once bare and normal faces Seek protection through a mask. They are forgetting ancient places - Forbidden now to ask. Simple words once freely spoken. Becoming crimes if said aloud. The mouth becomes a reason To cause a freedom disavowed. In the wake of mass confusion Where the light starts peeking through The past curves toward illusion Bidding history adieu. A storm adrift to blow life down. It strives for ‘nothing to remember’. Actions, records, people, towns – Right down to the Genders. Tossed and strewn - all once that was. Forgotten, fading, shattered pieces. All being censored ‘just because’. So where (in Hell) is Jesus? Contest: 'Look at this place' Shadow Seeker March 2021 Copyright