Tempest

I feel a breeze its breath is uncertainty in the air

With pauses then swells in growing gasps of despair

Unseen but felt on my neck it unsettles hairs on my skin

A cold shudder crosses me but I won't let it in

My heart quickens with each creeping cold gust

Telling me a storm's brewing, find shelter I must

Head down I plunge onward into the wind

Thunder on the horizon shades of dark sins won't rescind

Bone foundations tremble, earth of muscle shakes

Clouded thoughts assemble, lightening, mind breaks

Silent stillness, deep darkness wounded time on the fly

Caught in a spiderweb hours bound, procrastination my only ally

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This write feels unsettling to me. It feels like anxiety. Great description here Soren. Have a happy Monday.

Chris

[Soren]

Thanks so much Chris for the review and you are right on target with the interpretation. it is most appreciated

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Soren.