What We Feel

...is what we see Emotions are the weather of the mind We live between peaks and troughs The former breeds hubris with downfall built in The latter deals with death,darkness and despair Our mood colours our world,clouding our judgment Darkening our souls and blocking the road to reason We can be in the sunny uplands where lush grass Fattens the cattle,only to be plunged into a terrible terrain Hinting at the hinterland of the horrors of hell Dark brooding pools,indicative of a netherworld Uninviting yet strangely alluring An indistinct Ogham script scrawled In rough grey granite,etched by infernal demons Struggling to make their meaning clear An incomplete jigsaw puzzle of disconnected tarns Where gaps show,pieces having gone astray Hills merge in sympathy, Nestling together out of fear Dormant dinosaurs of mountains threaten To throw off their chains of stone A patchwork quilt of moss and heather Creates a crude uniform to clothe the martial rocks Trees,standing tall and tight, serried ranks of sentries To keep the secrets of their territory hidden The gloom of lowering clouds bleeds the countryside of its freshness and vibrancy While gushing torrents rip down gashes gouged Out of the wounds of the mountains Echoing streams of pain. And then the light returns,the nightmare ends Though the soul will shiver long after the memory fades The awful experience embedded, deep and haunting within.