Coming To, An End

An expanded and edited version of Anto's poem, "Run Like The Wind". http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/antomac1001/1186298/

Through
The box canyon
You flow
With the greatest
Of ease.

Carving up

My soulscape

Like a hot knife

In butter.

Until trapped 

In a mesa
With no way out.

Like a mouse
Caught
In the trap.

You do try
To flee.

Alas
To no avail
Will you succeed.

As you turn
A giant windmill
Generating power
And light
For your capturers.

Before slowly
You peter out
Into a gentle breeze
Upon my arms.

Author's Note

Of all of the poems, written for this collection, this one, was the hardest for me. No sure, why, but it was. Feeling like, I have missed something, but not sure, it is.

Reviews

[ANTO]

Its a fine, fine expansion of the original Therisa - really great that you even consider to do that - Im very much obliged to you. Thank you so very much. :))

[therisa]

Thanks, Anto, but you're being too kind, to me.

[ANTO]

Nah - you made a silk purse here out of a sows ear (the original) T - kudos

[therisa]

Then, why do I feel like, something is missing from my poems, Anto?

[ANTO]

I suppose we are our own harshest critics maybe ??

[therisa]

I know, I can rip myself apart, in 0.0001 of a second, and never break out, in a sweat.