I weathered the Storm

Life can be so unkind

In The Moments of Stormy weather

Sometimes my world does not come together

It drifts apart it staggers me into my world of mystery

Why do they try to hunt me down

and beat my theories to the ground

Make me feel like a young fool

showing me I haven't used the right tools

Then Like to pick apart my brain

and say I'm going insane 

and the moments when the stormy weather 

seems to clear and the water just drips from the roof

Thoughts of mine just go un read

Then seem just to stay in my head

Never to be heard from again

the theory is dropped as for now the sun does shine

The offense they had taken to my point of view

By now my theory can no longer become fact

Because of the way I been attack

In public the higher ups have discarded me

I am not longer their puppet figure

I weathered the storm

and as everyone knows 

Life can be unkind.

Reviews

[ROXANE DORSEY]

i weather the storm, in life all the time. thanks for the lovely poem.

[Valentine]

How true the last grouping is. Not only unkind but in many cases, unjust. Valentine

[guy drori]

Quite a sad ending. I liked the use of the weather . . . it added a lot of imagery.