Getting back to poetry again, the first few poems were old, high school stuff from 1991 to 1993. The one about mountain climbing was in college, 1996 I believe. So I will stay in that range for a bit, that time in my life where I was left wondering for the answer…
So enough rambling, this poem is part of a three part series. Hope you enjoy and feel free to leave comments good and bad.
All are welcome…
yeah, seriously all are welcome :o)
What a day
a point of return I thought was gone
as the men approached the dome
gather of thoughts and mishaps
the man with the gun was found.
sound of terror filled Dante’s hell
the agony of pain was the winner
mad drama was on the horizon
as faith was shaken by fear
an average afternoon at the bank
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