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Sudden Storm
Wendy Isbell
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My days have been infected with a misty grayness, damp and trite.
My memory is clouded, by this world's ill and ugly plight.
The sun has been swallowed fast, by evil creatures colored in shadows.
No visions of gold left to grasp... my breath becomes ever shallow.
I sink in moistened soil, as I attempt desperately to escape this sullen prison.
But my struggles are in vain... I realize quickly, as from this, my body only deepens.
I hear the pulsing of my heart grow ever louder from within,
and as though it wishes to escape, like I, my hidden sin...
I feel the skin upon my chest begin to rise...
Surely, no calm will find me here... in this, my souls demise.
Many troubled souls pass by, yet none take notice of my pain.
These souls have all been hardened like glass, by the ever constant pour of rain.
The soil does not swallow them, no... it wants not to feed upon their skin.
It sees them far too troubled now, too bitter to the taste.
No sweetness do they carry, they're now but only solid waste.
Their faces own no expressions... no sign of life before, nor yet to come.
Their glasslike bodies hollow, injected by evils wanting venom.
Excruciating pain surges through, as the rains pierce my weakened body.
I fear no answer will ever calm my cry for suffering's end,
then, lifting from the soil, a clear liquid binds tight to me.
Panic then consumes me, realizing my new fate...
a lifeless, hardened form of emptiness that's bitter to the taste.
Fear overcomes... I pound violently at my quickly changing skin!
Scattered fragments fall about, scarred tissue left to mend.
Suddenly the dark world, allows sunlight to grace where I stand.
Then my wounds slowly heal... as I graze them with my hand.
A warmth presses firmly against my battered heart...
and I witness the shadowed creatures fade as they then depart.
A peaceful knowledge sweeps around me, repairing my broken soul.
The ground beneath me hardens, and once again I have control.
The clouds swiftly clear away, and I can finally see...
'Twas not the world that was different... the changes were in me.
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