The storm

change is a constant

Photo by Cate Bligh on Unsplash

I've seen the eye of the storm,
stared death in the eye,
swerved calamity
walked streets dark,
desolate, alone,
and carried the baggage of life

I've felt love and joy
indescribable, sublime
believed in forever
dreamed cloudless skies
touched by lusting hands
floated in space and time

I've grabbed desperately
onto hope glimmers slithe
pleading "life remain"
unchanged, immobile
alas, change remains
a constant in life

A carefree life
I dream, delusion perhaps?
I grab at glimmers
however slithe
cause sure as change
the storm will come back

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