Human Blanket Poem by Gerry Zambuti

Human Blanket



Pondering my angst, my thoughts, my plight. I am not certain why I do not feel right.
I do not feel sunshine I do not feel light.

I feel darkness its hard to breathe, looking to understand its beyond me. Looking to loved ones to protect me. Providing an ominous light to direct me. I still cant see, where is my sunshine? where is my light?

In this murk I get a glimpse. Scorned, lied to, deceived. The people I trust they laugh at me. Is this the light the sunshine intended for me?

With thoughts of William Congreve and Dylan Scott, my scorned soul will not let me quietly go into that good night. There is no sunshine there is no light.

I rage, I fury, create a storm for all to see. Make them feel the rage the fury they have created inside of me. I created a tempest so strong no sunshine or light to see. My darkness consuming me.

When I least suspect, a lustrous site, scintalating, radiant. Is it my sunshine? is it my light?

As my fury my rage my storm subsides. I no longer have strength. I am broken and tired. So tired.

'Repose', my human blanket with her warmth she protects me. " Look ahead", She quells my thoughts. Her wisdom beyond her years, she says" be righteous don't fight, but know this you have not gone quietly into that good night" I believe her, my love, my sunshine, my light.


8/11/14

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Love and pain
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