Woken
By the tearing wind
& the driving rain
As if unspoken
The mid of night truths
Race around to stain
Stain this once youth
Whose three score years
No more remain
His image left
On the tails of winds
Amidst the thrusts of rain
He’ll restrain
From being uncouth
If it's all the same
Yet the stories
Of his tainted fruits
Still surely lead the shame
If only to explain
Of himself
Who was he to blame
Lying here unrestrained
In the tearing wind
& the driving rain
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
