Monday, September 7, 2009

Rhetoric

Feet cramped...
Muscles stiff...
Joints sore,
Heavy hearts.


Tension high
Emotions wild
Words spoken,
Retorts made.


Stomach growls
Hydrochloric acid spills
Pangs unabating
A bolus fiercely sought.


The cold snares,
Biting deep,
Unknown sceneries;
The background


The backdrop; darkness
Trees wave under duress
Great winds activated
Tropical storms unveiled


The injury of pride,
A painfully conjured image
Home on the mind,
A place of tranquility.

2 comments:

Jaycee said...

A Place of Tranquility..

Wow. Beautiful writing. I ache for the last line...

Sele Akobo(curvyice) said...

@Jaycee,
Me too!