When the fury of time
Grips down on your mind
Cursing your veins
Panic holds the reins
Breath becomes shorter
Thought battles clutter
Heat builds inside
Mind flirting high
These battling moments
Painstaking engagements
Are where men arise
And children will die
With hard grit teeth
Throw away, impeach!
Throw off this shell
Begone with hell!
Rage from our eyes
Come alive, don’t die!
Charge on, smartly forth
Take heed of the course
Perhaps then they would call my name
As I sat there above the clouded peaks
Awaiting the answer to the question
Begging my return
Begging the sweet angels rising up
To hold my hands in speedy descent
But like any searching soul
The answer proves within
No clouds can clutter the footpath
No unruly goat-beast can charge me
From this high scraping crag
Legs and arms holding me fast
Then Zeus, lighting bolts striking close
Leaves in his wake a sharp message
The answer cursing through my veins
No escape now from the brutal truth
No silk crested nymph to calm thy nerves
Returning to the fountain I call
There, and only there, lurches forth tremors
Sent from the deathly legions
Calling spoils to all things left touched
Rotting corpses and swarming flies
Wrenching the senses limp
Twisting and writhing: no escape
Years upon years
And only then in shame
Shall the torment stop
At once its halt
Will leave you dry
Endlessly searching like I once
Not so lonely star-clouds
Clutter the lit sky
Forcing the city to
Sleep under it’s blanketed cover
Breathing is even harder here
Whilst muffled by the fog
But I’ll come through again with
Just a moments rest please