The Night's Long Battle

The Night's Long Battle

A Poem by Michael

Windy wild foreboding night,
blowing things about.
Tree limbs bow to your call,
with arms reaching out.

Beating fast my heart does pound,
no comfort in this place.
Running fast I know not where,
or how to win this race.

Tangled now within their grasp,
I try to struggle free. Holding tight,
with gnarled hands,
the branches tear at me.

Before I fade from loss of breath,
I fight and try to scream.
Awake I do, in a pool of sweat,
alas, t’was just a dream!

© 2008 Michael


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Added on December 16, 2008

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Michael
Michael

Beaufort, SC



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Winner of the 2007 Espy Award for light verse. My quote for life: "Poets my not change the world, but we do start the quiver in the snow that grows into the avalanche of change. That is enough f.. more..

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