Erin Thomas Poems
|16.||In The Shade Of Suicide||7/20/2013|
Misguided angels struck them on their beauteous heights,
Then rotting frames collapsed in flames from carious heights.
Demons vie for rights to control and destroy the masses,
Commanding herds to slaughter from their devious heights.
Sheets of fire consume in the name of good intention;
A rain of steel tears homes apart from dubious heights.
Huddled against fierce wind and cold on the mountain slopes
Refugees watch their cities burn from various heights.
A wide-eyed child points toward flares and thunderous sounds;
His blood-caked mother cries ...
O grant me rain from out the sounding clouds,
and flash against the backdrop of my thoughts
an inspiration wrought by subtle minds.
Dissolve the soughing haze that clings to all my dreams
and wraps confusion round my spinning soul.
Unveil the primal light obscured in stellar dust.
Release creative flow like prismed floods