Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Unfinished poem

Storms thundered, howled, screamed
and slammed the cabin's outer walls,
but he cared not for the snow piled high
and none for the winter squalls.

He paid his debt to those he owed
for his trespass,or so he thought,
but a fire blazed within his eyes.
a fire incensed and burning hot.

"Go back" the wind whispered,
to when life was filled with simplicity,
but his mind could not convince his
soul of the need for urgency.

1 comment:

  1. Uh, yeah, Uh. Sorry, I don't get it.

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