A touch of madness

whispers in the day
whispers in the night
has it started
will it start

the long journey
into darkness
the mental abyss
the lost touch of
reality

doubt sets in
clarity unsure
can it be
the mental curse
unfolds
to what end

the pit
the pendulum
the scourge
of the mind
waiting it's turn
unheard screams

The Letter

pen in hand
inkwell close
cursive script
gently flows
words and thoughts
from times before
thoughtfully written
poetic in sounds
emotions shown
love and passion
folded and placed
sealed in wax
long journey taken
time stands still
miles and months
may pass
response is wanted
letter in hand
gently opened
savour the moment
eyes take in
unbridled joy
power of the pen

a wonderful foggy morning

mists rising upward
blanket ones vision
what lies ahead

moisture on the face
feelings arise
what is out there
something I know

been there before
confident in past
wonders of future
better or worse

2 step forward
1 back
progress is
not a straight line

determination
needed in defeat
determination
13 letters
you counted

fog to rise
view ahead
clearer
never clearest

life is not
like that
count on
the butterfly
effect

embrace
the foggy
morning

Thunderstorm

billowing clouds
natures force
darkened vengeance
howling winds
sideways rain

flashes of night
crackling bolts
havoc reeked
earth
but a pawn

run for cover
warning given
destruction
awaits
for the
unbelievers

like
you
!

Sun and Moon

morning sun's rays
gently wipe darkness away
nature stretching
waking to a new day
pinkish hues bathe the skies
never ending colors
across the skies expanse
while the orb of night
reluctantly gives up its hold
as the governor of darkness
still full and bright
to soon disappear from sight
wildlife shrugs
it has seen it before
again again
forevermore

Awaken, once again

to awaken and lay
after hours of sleep
still so tired
legs almost lifeless
the drain of energy
aches and pains
an endless parade

like a light
left on to
drain the power
saps the will
to do
what has brought joy
I fear
nevermore

memories of youth
all to go by
freedom
to run like the wind
to revel
in happiness

life never forgets
a collection it keeps
payback will come
some sooner
some later

a visitor that stays
never to leave

so tired
of being
tired