The Storm

 Thunder dances through the city

The world echoing dark; filled with pity.

A tramp sits alone claiming his step

While rain weeps with every threat.

A vagrant dog roams the streets alone

The lightening crackles, firmly home.

Birds fly south as the storm sets in

Clouds are turning filling with sin.

People are caught now left waiting

the storm unyielding, never breaking.



No Sight

The cloth burns

As the world turns

My sight is lost

The world becomes frost

A word to another

Something to discover

A voice leads the way

I pray I never stray

Alone we must stand

Yet there is that hand

The gentles touch

I don’t ask for much

Just a guide for my loss

My thoughts turning cross

Why must I lose a sense?

Why do I grow cold and tense?