Decisions are an absolute must--
On this day of the third degree...!
Questions are mounting higher-
Arrousing a turmoil inside of me;
The tempest has tossed itself...
Into a very angry deep...
Leaving very little room for solution--
Or hopes of answers to keep;
Ravaged and torn in circles of mystery...
The waves-they crash upon my shore...
Enigmas of yesterdays storms-still unsolved-
Raging on behind Seasides Blue Door;
Coming to terms with this travesty...!
And caught up in the tides ebb and flow...
Its like walking a tightrope of: 'Perhaps or Maybes'--
While it continues-like a cancer to wildly grow;
This darkness forces needed decisions--
As the questions ceaseless stream remains...! ! !
Apprising the waters of pure circumstantial...
Advising myself-of the truths unending pain;
May,2010
The Essence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem