Impaled Poem by Bill Smith

Wearing a cloak of happiness
By a sea of rank despair
An Origami boat of hope
Sets sail to who knows where

Writ within its folds
Are words destined to fade
As each sodden crease unfolds
Hold fast the dreams i made

Into the the blue blends inky blue
To meld into just one
With the tide i wave goodbye
Rough justice to be done

Before the silent teardrops splash
Falls to clean white page
Pull close the cloak of happiness
To quell the inner rage

Tissue sails seek comforts breeze
To blow a course for home
But inner thoughts compass confuse
Creating self made storm

Dark clouds mass to starboard bow
Rudder hard to faith
Chart a course through troubled times
Yellow brick road to pave

Origami paper spread
Floats a mission failed
Horizon distant as before
On words of love impaled