Squall

He who hears the rippling of rivers in these degenerate days will not utterly despair. -Thoreau

it's in my face

can't breathe

chest heavy

must weigh a ton

i open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out

when despair tries to shout

Author's Note

“If we cannot sing of faith and triumph, we will sing our despair. We will be that kind of bird. There are day owls, and there arenight owls, and each is beautiful and even musical while about its business.” - Thoreau

Reviews

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Hey Pete, have to admit I understand here somewhat - I'm feeling pretty distraught myself and can sympathize with what you've written.

The latter quote, too, strikes a certain chord. Not really sure what kind of bird I am but it's nice to think that there are day owls out there. :)

Thanks for sharing, I don't know how much a comment like this will help but I thought I'd fill the air anyways.

All the best,

-Ook

[Pete]

your thoughts are always appreciated. when will man ever learn - never it seems. what is to be gained by being a bully flexing his tired muscles? such adults are merely larger sized children. so sad. thank you for sharing ook ... :)

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I don't really know much about any of that Pete, but you are welcome.

[Ken Simm.]

Oh, how I register this. I also am asthmatic so double the score. An excellent, descriptive moment of, as you say despair. Frustration and yet empathy coming to battle. Which wins?

[Pete]

i've been asthmatic all my life. if man could find a compromise between frustration and empathy think what a world it would be (russia and ukraine come to mind). thank you for sharing ken ... :)

[Chris Shaw]

Powerful brevity Pete, to describe how many feel in the current climate. I play Vaughan Williams, The Lark Ascending, that helps me to escape.

Chris

[Pete]

music is a wonderful refuge for me also. so sad what this world has become. keep well and stay strong ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Is there a Sanctuary that cannot be destroyed... perhaps in the Himalayans... Birds, for the most part, are the best Survivors...
Guardian Angels fly high where Eagles Sigh. tenderly, Pat

[Pete]

sometimes i wish i was a bird able to fly away. thanks for the peaceful reassurance dearest pat ... :)