An Angry Swarm

My world has been turning quickly.
The spinning wheels make me dizzy.
Events of my life fly around me wildly.
They are like bees in an angry swarm.

I tried to regain my balance today.
After a few steps, I found a center.
Then the bees gradually faded away.
The swarm turned into a yellow, honeyed vapor.

I’ve never been here before.
The former visions were like a horrible dream.
Even awake, I could not escape my fear.
I talk to my Lord and ask for level ground.

Now I am not dizzy and my world turns slowly.
I may be confused at times, but I move forward.
If I can’t sleep, I will try to rest quietly.
I find balance as I say honest prayers.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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