After The Storm.....
Heaven and Hell came together that night,
One trying to take me perhaps
The other content upon a lesson,
Saving me for later.
They brought their furies with them,
And I saw their faces of death
Seeking for my soul as
I battled for my earthy shell
I played but a pawn in their dark game,
Like Ulysses, no hope, except
That they might tire
And I might not give up before
Gone with a wave and a backward glance
Heaven and Hell retired then
Amused that night, and
Left me there to find my way
Comments
Your poem reminded me of the many frustrations as a navigator I suffered with weather when I punched my way through a line of storms. The minutes seem like hours during some of those transits and I did at times feel like I was standing between heaven and hell. A good poem, I enjoyed it! WB
Wow, nice work James!! Keep it up.
