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
Wow, nice work James!! Keep it up.
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