Cool is the breeze that soothes a torrid day,
the aftermath of struggle and impassioned conflict,
spilled blood and no words left to say,
and respite is all a mind can implore,
when life is pounding at the door,
survival at the forefront of thought.
How it seems ongoing,
never it lets up, this affray,
as we yield to the circumstances of life’s day,
the cool breeze but a momentary lapse of time,
just to regroup before the next insurgence,
the next dream exploding in array.
I cannot wait for that breeze to seal my weather,
hold back the storms and thunderous play,
and to not look over my shoulder,
for the next conflict amassing in my wake,
but silence lead my path in serene state,
a sigh to mark a moment, clean.
Learning is the course,
but fractious life was not my choice,
and woven within the sins of others that taint my path,
second hand lessons that sting just as much,
as I observe their plight,
heart burdened in the dead of night,
in this my vision of life.
I see too much, empathise too much in this my view,
and even though tis not my bones reviewed,
I wear the weight of sad reproach
of people whom I loved and lost,
their fate their own yet I can feel the pain,
and the darkness they drew at cost.
I dream of cool breezes, tempered life,
for the storms do not relent,
and the world refuse to repent,
as each day carries more indulgence, more self,
when world needs love to heal this abyss,
this conflict like a kiss, of death.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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