Published by admin on February 6, 2019

I of the Storm

 

Inside me

the earth trembles

in fever

 

Inside me

ancestors wage bets

on man’s extinction

 

Inside me

angels wait impatiently

for someone to believe

 

Inside me

a million dead things

laugh

 

Inside me

the muted screams of girls

barely bleeding

pierce my eardrums

 

Inside me

an oceanic fury

cause the gods to pause

 

Inside me

the calm wisdom

of the Cosmos

 

Inside me

chaos will not be denied

 

Inside me

history dances

to the beat of war

 

Inside me

murder

red tongue

feasting on entrails

 

Inside me

hope;

feeble, but alive

 

Inside me

a whisper—

all is lost

 

Inside me

ruin

 

Inside me

dark dank dangerous silence

 

Inside me

infinite eyes

infinite I’s

 

Inside me

a mirror

 

Inside me

sap—

slowly rising

 

Inside me

endless mercy

endless forgiveness

endless anguish

 

Inside me

burning red coals

cooled by a passing stream

 

Inside me

every pluck of the guitar

unbearable

 

Inside me

every life

every sorrow

 

Inside me

my parents

before they were

 

Inside me

carefully removing

rusted arrowheads

 

Inside me

rains fall

diluting my tears

 

Inside me—

you

 

Inside me

a King

a peasant

a princess

a warrior

—and a charlatan

 

Inside me

tenderness lays hiding

under a blanket

 

Inside me

5000 years of sadness ask:

is it safe to come out yet?

 

Inside me

there is no more inside—

 

Inside me

stillness takes the reigns

and hums a mother’s lullaby

 

Inside me

an exhale,

respite—

 

as the I of the storm

passes, eye sigh for

a world that

cannot.

 

 

 

 

Inspired by Tragic Sense of Life, by Miguel de Unamuno

To learn more about his thoughts on love and suffering,

check out The Unexpected Gift of Suffering

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