There’s a low hanging kind of gloom
stretching across the twilight sky
like nefarious, ugly castaways  
pregnant with foul regrets
truth tinged with suspicious lies.

A cold western wind rises up
and the clouds burst wide open
torrents of raindrops tilt sideways
a raging river in the asphalt
foils my ill-timed escape.

And I am running for my life
cries and curses drowned out
in deafening crashes of thunder
as lightning flashes around me
my heart pounding in my ears.

Suppressed anger pours out
secrets spilling to the soggy ground
tears dissolve in the sacred rain
my salt and bones buried deep below
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The trees sigh in collective exhalation
as my heart bleeds in rainbow hues
forbidden thoughts of malevolence
wiped clean from my furrowed brow
and the distant stars fade from view.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2021
August 20, 2021

Mood: Stormy
Musical Inspiration: The Son of Flynn – Daft Punk/Moby Remix

The Stowaway ~ Blogophilia 3.4

Blogophilia 3.4 Topic: “Traveling Man”

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2pts): include the ‘web’ (as in world wide web)
(Easy, 1pt): mention Brussels

Final date to post: March 22nd, 2011 GMT midnight
Final date to post ALL GUESSES: March 19th, 2011 GMT midnight




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