I of the Storm

 

Inside me

natives wagering

on man’s extinction

 

Inside me

angels waiting

for someone to believe

 

Inside me

a million dead things

live

 

Inside me

muffled screams of innocents

gut my faith

 

Inside me

oceanic fury

cause the gods to pause

 

Inside me

earth trembling

feverish

 

Inside me

calm wisdom

of the Cosmos

 

Inside me

chaos won’t be denied

 

Inside me

murder red tongue

his 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—

I’s

 

Inside me

sap—

slowly rising

 

Inside me

gentle stream soothes

angry coals

 

Inside me

feeling—

every pluck of the guitar

 

Inside me

rusty arrowheads

 

Inside me

raindrops penetrate my tears

 

Inside me—

you

 

Inside me

king-peasant-princess-warrior—

and charlatan

 

Inside me

tenderness—

hiding under a blanket

 

Inside me

5000 years of sadness ask:

is it safe to come out yet?

 

Inside me

a mother’s lullaby

 

Inside me

there is no more

(inside)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inspired by Tragic Sense of Life, by Miguel de Unamuno

To learn more about his thoughts on love and suffering,

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