LOST IF NOT FOR YESTERDAY

History gives a map of future’s way, Left by those who sailed our waters yesterday. Darkness hides deep below, naps in mystery, While warnings flowed stray, And now we question life beyond this day. Our anchored hope, though veiled, Claps at fear, And waves victory Where hearts now lay. False hope exists alone for they Who allow their soul to be lost and sink away. — MD

LESSONS PAST

As progress renders shadows obsolete, warnings of certain darkness go unheard. Shade cast on nothing; forget guardrails serve to learn.

Forgotten shadows neglect battles fought first in mind. This allows the path to failure as unprepared is human kind.

I HATE THIS FATE

My racing mind, and worried heart, I hate my being, how’s that for a start My brain on fire, a rattled core, Back and forth, tides crash hard, Thoughts adrift, with no guard, This soul lost at sea, far from shore, Holding hope of rescue no more. Halt the thinking, brace for commotion—It spins fast—be ready—incoming emotions. Hateful anger, horrific frights, darkened nights, Never-ending fall from heights, impending doom consumes,

HOPE SURRENDERED

Death, can you hear my constant cry? My spirit, burdened, falling in battles; I can no longer fight or fly. I think now to a time of beauty, peace, and light, Though I remain unseen, all my problems cease their might. I pause my words and reflect on what that means, As I retreat from hope and give up my dreams.

I should note that these are deeply provocative words, reflecting emotions experienced by thousands of people daily.

TRUE QUALITIES

My altruism may be my most cynical quality, after all who will help everyone if I don’t?

LABORS DRY

The haunting pain of labors dry My soul begins to close within my daunting try Flaunting in vain my neighbors pry My joy becomes gaunt before I cry

THE WANDERING NOTION

This is a story of a wandering notion A thought of glory thundering in emotion Shuddering as a quarry deep with commotion Clinging to life fluttering leaping of devotion How the bliss squandered was lesson learned Miss pine wander it churned the wind of these parts was earned Now the kiss of the past pondered and yearned Hiss whine maunder now spurned my heart had now turned videopress.com/v/DJUYB48…