AdriftA Poem by Allen Smucklerfinally...He came in from the
dark of the monsoon of his soul and pondered how he
drifted so far from land desecration and
destruction…torment and anguish waiting on the other
side, hoping I’d find it but praying I don’t fear, hopelessness and
all that appears statements of contracts
entering the room screaming, “not today,
tormenter” “not today”… And so he becomes me
in thought and despair waiting for the turn,
the moment of truth until I and me combine
with him and he shuttering, tossing my
food, crying inside traffic jams in my
mind due to congestion wailing to my
assailant, “not yet”, I’m here to stay “not quite yet”… Finally, night becomes
dawn in the recess of my heart fluttering amongst the
flowers, plants, and trees those swaying trees of
time and wonder fate hanging on by a
thumbnail and a prayer receiving and sending
love from heaven in the form of a
lightning bolt, a rainbow believing at the end,
“I’m free to be” knowing “I’m free at
last”… © 2012 Allen SmucklerAuthor's Note
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Added on June 28, 2012Last Updated on June 28, 2012 AuthorAllen SmucklerSarasota, FLAboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..Writing
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