Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Caught in This Web

Caught in this web
I cannot move.

strains for depleted days
like thunder raging
in distant valleys.

I recall the squalls
that shattered my sky,
the rain that poured spite
and held me in its
violent thrall.

I may not flee
to what still may be
though intently I peer into
fading western air
to find some sign
of tomorrow’s beauty
or fear.

Thus Hope
wavers and fails
like a pithy stalk
in a ceaseless gale.

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