Sudden situations sometimes strike
With slashing sorcery,
A six-six-six of Satan’s sign
To shock the soul’s serenity.
Without a word of warning or
Wary wink unto the wise
It worms its way while whispering
Like waving willows in the wind, then
Clamors its’ cacophony
Of complex convoluted cries
Corrupting calm with chaos
On a cataclysmic course.
Only fate and faith can free me
From this fitful frightening freefall, but
Only fickle frenzy fills
My feather frazzled faculties.
I urge my alter-ego to
Alleviate this awful angst.
I beg my battered body breathe
And be at blissful ease.
No matter how the hurricane howls,
No matter who runs frantic,
Face forward in your daring-do
Be cool,
Stay calm,
Don’t panic.
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Published on June 01, 2022 02:24