Thunderhead
Damn.
I’ve awakened.
Almost wish I hadn’t.
Not a poem.
Not a prayer.
It’s still there, but
There are no words.
Can’t settle my heart
Can’t quiet my soul
Can’t say it aloud
Peace is disturbed
Thus, am I
The trees, they whisper
The fields, they groan
There will be pain.
I know it. You know it
They know it too.
Clouds gather
Drums pound
The night bleeds
The morning quivers
Anger is a thunderhead.
Wow. This seems a little prophetic looking back.
worries me a little