ravage the ever suffering
soul, the lost determination
damnable the wandering
heart, it grieves a lost dream
love that was spilt on the ground, leaves scattered to
the wind,
we pass the weathered hill, remnate of the angered sky
Its heat poured on the ground
With determination, to sunder the haughty heights
A respite not found, no not one
Lightning and Thunder revealed
A bleak existence, long after the deed was done, the sting still welts, the rash actions reminded, as the rain fell to the
darkened world
The hill, relented it’s arrogance
The grass was moved by the wind
The trees, stood witness, to the event
The rocks, said nothing at
All

An Original Poem by H R Beebe