What a day..(Part 1)

Getting back to poetry again, the first few poems were old, high school stuff from 1991 to 1993. The one about mountain climbing was in college, 1996 I believe. So I will stay in that range for a bit, that time in my life where I was left wondering for the answer…

why?

So enough rambling, this poem is part of a three part series. Hope you enjoy and feel free to leave comments good and bad.

All are welcome…

yeah, seriously all are welcome :o)

What a day

 

 

a point of return I thought was gone

as the men approached the dome

gather of thoughts and mishaps

the man with the gun was found.

 

sound of terror filled Dante’s hell

the agony of pain was the winner

mad drama was on the horizon

as faith was shaken by fear

 

an average afternoon at the bank

an average day of receiving money

greed defeated the norm

as the man stuck his gun in my face

 

no more of this as the sirens blast

an eruption of police filled the building

the plot was foiled at last

the devil lost at my expense

 

so much anguish,

I see

dim lights,

darkness..

forever in my eyes,

people’s hearts

show the terror

from

within…

 

if I could, if I could, if I could, if I could, if I could….

 

 

 

feel.