Impending…no solutions found

So with a torrid heart, panic prevails,
and none mattered of words to placate,
for they rang like church bells,
yet uttered not a clue,
as to this gnawing ache of the impending,
this dark reverie of life transcending
the fears I have so harbored in my dreams.
I wake in sweat, and so regret
all that my mind reflects in dreams,
but I cannot ignore this flame within,
where all I want is to rescind those fears,
those tears that tell me what’s afoot;
so cringe I do, burdened by sin,
each thought a passage to everything, gone wrong.
Echoes resound,
like every word I hear profound,
and solutions cannot find a hold on anything I’m told,
as sunny skies denote the lies we’re told,
until that crack, that light abounds,
to change everything we’ve known,
minds to accept the aftermath of doubt.
I pray for release,
this burden I keep a weighted sigh,
yet I can see no relief, no answer to this end,
where last resorts are chosen first,
to rob the world of want and thirst,
and where silent souls amass at heaven’s gate,
defenseless in their fate.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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It is a time of dire straights for sure. Very well penned work Tony. I recall awhile back in another piece you said it will get worse before it gets any better, and I believe that. Great work.
A little dire but truth cannot be ignored. Glad you appreciated the work Phyllis. Cheers!