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Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Storm Psychology

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