POEM 265: I FOUND SOLACE IN MY STORM

I'm at that age of wishes evolving,
when a lasting sigh takes the form of whispers,
sowed in the patched sod of life throes,
allowed, for a long time, to farrow:
There's a storm in my head,
I seek solace in it.

I'm at that stage of wishes shape shifting,
to take the form of that bane,
that same bane that ruin and make a name.
Dare I say I am a martyr who'll never die?
There's a storm in my head,
I seek solace in it.

I'm at that page of wishes,
where God is neither love nor faith
but along span of pain, and loss...and gain?
What the next page holds, I dread to know:
There's a storm in my head,
I seek solace in it.

At this age staged on a page of many tales,
where I stand nonchalant on solid mud,
staring at a tomb of me erected 7 miles away,
from perfection, the sweetest fruit, of my induction:
There's a storm in my head,
I seek solace in it.

I am not a zephyr of rhapsodies,
nay! lasting love is graffiti of illusions,
I could bile a pot of sweetness
with the venom of passion, ruthless:
There's a storm in my head,
I seek solace in it.

of gut, gusto, gait, godspeed
still better is today, than the despair of wasted years.
So, with a knowing smile albeit warm,
I shall endure, on broken wings, this flight to better days:
There's a storm in my head,
I found solace in my storm.
Glossary:Zephyr - (Literary), a soft gentle breeze.
Gusto - enjoyment and enthusiasm in doing something.
Gait - a person's manner of walking.
Godspeed - an expression of good wishes to a person starting a journey.

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