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.
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2017
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