tempest torn,
always so,
when, reason rhymes,
makes us go,
to madness, edge,
with, fears, we dread,
real, and ,imagined
in our, head,
tempest sons,
are on the run,
when, thoughts,
steal quietness, hold,
and, we fight
rather, then flight,
from unreasoned
words, in our head,
oh,this life,held,
so dear,we all feel
queer, and, alone
in moments,place
till passing torments,
have their way,
and, here we live,
and, here we stay,
fighting moments,
come, and, gone
good ,and, bad,
but, in tempest way
Rhinovangogh
Nice. reflective…Cheers, J
madvlad replied
thou are a fast reader my friend, thanks it was deeep,cus all our lives are deeper then we pretend to the out ward morror hugz jerry
sarahhoffman
yes..i agree as all to often we just sucumb to the daily masquerade…..
JenniferB
there’s a time to tread water, a time to bathe in the shallow end of the pool and a time to take a deep breath and dive under the surface… sublime words madvlad. :)
ArcadiaTempest
This says so much ….the struggle of being with our being at certain times in our lives was so captured in the angst and to and fro of your verse…..and being your verse has my namesake it is only fitting I leave you my thoughts me thinks… :)
madvlad replied
thank you for reading,arcadia,,and taking time to comment, my art gets lots of visits, my poems?few,yes,was all are the quiet battle fighting souls,