...Tempest

By SolApathy

As the Colossus of time stretches out the rhyme
I burn with the thoughts of my failings—Devine
Burn wickedly in robes of a tempest
My thunder -Contentious
Everything borne stripped from my being
My sanity –Fleeing
I witness in naked purity
Sins of this world's absurdity
Bane of contention
A broken man's redemption
Storms getting closer as I feel the thunder reign
A physical reflection of my externalized pain
My mirror of tears excises the lies
Perhaps tomorrow we’ll witness blue skies…

A short 5 minute poem

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Published on Saturday, March 3, 2018. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Reflections of a crippled soul thunder defiantly one last time...Burning with the violence of a long forgotten rhyme

Comments on "...Tempest"

On Tuesday, March 20, 2018, Devilish (2633) wrote:

I think i love you already ... poetically perfect ..
On Monday, March 5, 2018, PoetessDarkly (693) wrote:

beautiful scenic imagery.
On Monday, March 5, 2018, Poetic-Realm (253) wrote:

I like how there is a holding out of hope for a better day at the end of this even if so much of it is wrapped in negativity. I think that glimmer of hope is a beautiful thing to hold onto.
On Monday, March 5, 2018, dwells (4177) wrote:

Reminds me of a John Cassavetes film (Gena Rowlands husband) of many years ago, by the same Wm. S. title. Cheers my friend and fellow dust mite! - Dan
On Sunday, March 4, 2018, Anna McCarra (357) wrote:

Another thought came to mind on this. We all have many thoughts that constantly come and go. This poem seems a turning point - no longer identifying with those thoughts as A definition of who you are, but something you can easily let go of.
On Sunday, March 4, 2018, Anna McCarra (357) wrote:

There is a lot of vulnerability in this. The "mirror of tears excises the lies" - is especially poigniant. When it rains, the clouds clear, and we see the blue skies that were there all along.