Thought Macabre

by K.W.Ferguson - Not entered

" Thought Macabre "


A thought,
Unpretentious,
Floating in a staid calm,
Allures not the vengence of tempestuous palm.
Unscathed by the maelstrom of whim, of desire,
These waters, in stillness;
A sea, uninspired.
Let wind breathe of thunder,
Let the sky torrent rain,
Let earth seethe asunder,
Let this soul warrant pain.
Cry out !
Brave, triumphant,
Boil my bones; no reprieve.
Best I drown, thought macabre,
Than to wade, heart bereaved.

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Date created: 1996-04-27 10:21:43
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:47
Poem ID: 44889

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