Desires unleashed,
Desires unchained,
They’re not his doing,
They're not his making.
Out of the closet, they emerge,
Like a deluge, they overwhelm,
They cloud the thoughts,
They stealthy permeate.
Dilemma spells the day,
Who pulls the string?
Who is at the helm of affairs?
Who stands at the gate?
There’s a tempest and a tussle,
There’s turbulence and pushback,
There’s midnight and a peering light,
There’s an inrush and a bulwark.
October 6, 2022.
Categories:
inrush, inspirational, mystery,
Form: Free verse
...fiery the angels fell...
A lost train bound for November
lonesome wail of an engines whistle
Slicing through the night
Souls Destined for the rim of forever
casting from the light
Its shadows move across frozen
wastelands lost and forgotten
bound forever
A train old and cold
To the heart of nevermore
Ice of fridged engines hum silent
Brittle branches dance and sway
as the dreamscapes pass away
Inrush of wheels on steel
Frosty and distant Ice snapping at its heels
Vacant window of cabins pass
Ghosty faces loom in the deeping gloom
Hanging like lost pale white balloons
In a dusky funerals parade
A lost train bound for serenity
Watch as the snow of heavens in difference cascade
Categories:
inrush, addiction, adventure, allegory, analogy,
Form: Free verse