Clouds like shades and degrees
of my heart, burgeon in light,
bound by storms yet redeem my sight
for all I see and plead to understand,
when surges of emotions cloud my life,
when sunlight faint and warmth so slight,
appeases not the hopes I clung to
our of my sense of right.
I watch them transforming the sky,
and wonder why my heart still yearns for light,
unaccompanied, the slighted wants ill at ease,
irresolute my aching heart,
when life is shallow and pained,
where lies and sallow faces decline,
and wealth so filthy cuts through
the righteous will of innocent lives.
I see the world so crass
and in ugly countenance aspire more,
yet a web of darkness like a net abhors truth
and all it stands for,
while cries echo endlessly,
yet they return in apathy,
and nothing seems to change
just the clothing of the same underlying theme.
My heart is as laden as those dark clouds,
pre-empting what must follow in unrest,
and I cannot invest my thoughts too deeply,
for is cuts me so freely, and my blood
just colours the earth, inert,
the field of battle so earnestly waiting,
and those with eyes to see, sating
the horrid truth in resolution.
Let my clouds dissipate,
like diaphanous wings so faint,
unburdened by weight and a thunderous intent,
rather, free on a slight breeze,
strewn amid an azure sky
without those emotions that bury my hopes,
and may the world soon see
what hostile forces have done and can be.
And let this heart review
the struggle that ensues within,
the lies that have caused such harm
to all of life and of mind to resume,
not follow the lies given,
seek truth beneath all that’s forsaken as reality,
when it is just the will of others,
manifest without a qualm.
Tony DeLorger © 2018