Woken
By the tearing wind
& the driving rain
As if unspoken
The midnight of 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 pain
He’ll restrain
From being uncouth
If that's all the same
Yet the stories
Of his tainted fruits
Surely lead to shame
If only to explain
Of himself
Who was he to blame
Laying there unrestrained
In the tearing wind
& the driving rain
