Little
Leaves me trembling
Leaves me trembling
Anymore
But there is this:
Electrical storms and wind:
The this and that of nature
Slamming into the night
Tumbling like a heavy load
On
Every
Single
Thing.
The good and the beautiful
Are not spared
The weight of the assault.
Nor are the small
Or the sleeping
Or the innocent and warm
Or you and me.
This chain of events
Wraps itself around
Sleep,
Chokes it,
And moves on
Without mercy
Or even a sense
Of what mercy is.
Sandy Carlson Social