A Strange Day

When the Struggle Ended
I faced a strange morning.
The day felt all wrong.
I cannot describe it with words.
I have left my soul’s safe place.

I remember the epic battle.
Even the winners were doomed.
No one remembered the lessons of the past.

I find that I must weep.
I brought a curse on myself.
In spite, I filled pages with my venom.
I thought that I understood my purpose.

My mind is shifting to a new consciousness.
The endless battle frightens me.
I am glad this day will fade when I sleep.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image. By Jim Surkamp Image license

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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