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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Minds Wind Wild |
| Author: | Thomas Lysaught |
| Date Submitted: | 2/5/2007 |
| Email: | kinwood1@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
Branch and bough bend before breaking becomes The single sound summoning a wild wind that howls and hums As great gargantuan gusts both ebb and tide I feel anxiety’s turmoil and terror inside I search for shelter and a place to hide To fly without wing Will it ever subside? Finely fallen leaves float flickering Upon puddle ponds perfect peaceful pause Am I looking for demons, Easter bunny, or Santa Claus? The faces that find me Float in a fabric of foul flowers fauna They speak of evil like hell’s chosen Madonna No longer can I stand in my own disgrace No wonder I long to leave this place.... |