“ Trapped ” ~ inside a feeling ~

 

You run to flee

A feeling held dead,

An angry bent

You so dread,

That of requite

Arguably lent,

Scales so balanced

Thru baseless spite,

Could not amend…

 

Thus trapped

Inside a feeling

Not so dead,

An anxious mind

Wants one’s head,

Hence pell-mell

You scurry hide,

Far from the hell

That calls you back,

Where locked inside,

You’re to face

The hurt you brace,

Till you so reach

Courage to disclose

The matter bleak,

Trapped in a feeling,

That condemned                               

You flee from self,

Till you find hate’s end!

 

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“ The Wind ” ~ that whispers ~

 

Listen to the wind,

Softly whisper

Its chagrin,

Anxious tales

Harbouring sins

Of men for sale,

Who wile us in,

Won’t hesitate

On but a whim

To devastate,

Hid in the whispers

Of an angry wind…

 

Thus as wind wails

In mock reply,

A sadly echo

Of tortured cry,

Tells be destined

Meant soon to die,

While a final whisper

Be the wind’s good-bye!