This
poem is written by Paggles, an excellent poet and writer, as well as being a member of the Black Rose Poetry Society,
a group of unique and superb writers.
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"CLUSTER"
Stormy
weather, pelting pain,
lightning
strikes the soul again.
Thunderous
booming, darkness looming,
wretched
be the fallen slain.
Rolling
reefs of gathered gloom,
bleeds
of blackened, dreary doom.
Pitter-patter,
red the splatter,
wailing
windows in each room.
Confined
within the grayish matter,
thoughts
but mangled endless clatter.
Drowning
~ howling ~ scoffing ~ scowling
emotions
wrought with grief do shatter.
As torment
stakes its' hostile claim,
the
culprit cares not whose to blame.
Lights
are blinding, pain reminding,
never
will the beast be tame.
And
if you were to split the cowling,
glimpse
a eyeful of its' prowling,
pray
make haste, no time to waste.
Snatch
the beast that's come a fouling.
Tornadic
winds now slow to breeze
when
agony does finally ease.
Weak
and eerie, drained and weary,
spent
and wasted, brought to knees.
Thankful
for its' final passing,
rest
can now be somewhat lasting.
Lingered
pain, now gone the migraine,
head
now weak from all its' blasting.
@2005
Paggles
