PORTS IN A STORM
Wildwinds raging
Thewaters coming up
Thefloorboards creak
Lightningcuts a streak
Butwe have power
Evenin the darkness
Evenwhen the cell tower
Isblown far away.
Nightbecomes day
Asthe fires begin
Andyou realize
Thatacid trip
Maskeda very different
Reality.
Thetrue storm is strife
Andthe taking of a life
Ispainted as a cheap trick
Asif that one fatal click
Hadnot scattered brains
Andleft the remains
Shroudingthe little chicks
Likea mother hen.
Andthen
Theyrealize
Hecan't get up
And hislife as we knew it
Wasover.
Youread the news
Andthe morning views
Bringback the storms
Thewind, the rain, the fire
Mockyour very desire
Toget out of bed
Defeatthe dread
Plungeright ahead
Andscream.
Whileothers gasped
Themockers laughed
Orsmirked “he missed”
Buttell that to the one who died
Hiskiller now a suicide
Bydesign if not intent.
Theywatched him die
Andhundreds fly
Surrealturned all too real
Andnone knows why.
Butthe other guy
Lives
Andgives
Yourheart a boost
Yetfrom their roost
Thesquatters howl
Fakenews most foul
And thedead’s survivors
Mockedas they mourn
Feellike they were hit
Withanother round.
Thescene’s too big
Tocomprehend
Butin your dream state
Youtake in
Theheartfelt pains
Thescattered brains
Asall that remains
Arelifetime memories.
Andyou mourn
Notfor the lost love alone
Butfor those who drone
Asif it was just a scripted
Lie.
