Monday, July 30, 2012

Thunder Rum

Somewhere within a troubled mind
Long eaten by the winds of time;
Shards of the man that once he was,
Regretted road sides stained with blood.

Lost behind his hidden thoughts,
Filled with pain's forget-me-nots.
With thunder rum and lightning wine
He seeks escape in vain and blind.

Storms blow the tattered, withered, sails.
Black as sin, this dark soul’s tales.
Undead horrors haunt his sleep.
Phantoms of what used to be.

Sand falls through the hour glass,
His eyes search deep beyond the past.
Dark brandy brewed in false delight.
Naught could end his sleepless nights.

The tempest in him rages on
Though covered by a wistful song.
He knows of what all others hear:
His madness his consuming fear.

©2012, MLowe. All Rights Reserved.

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