Two Short Poems

While you slept

The howling wind wanders through the room

Roaming for an ear to listen

As it hisses its tune, born of doom

As the fire consumes

The blooms of noon

Of a life lived too soon

Pouring rain of the stain, of the untamable brain

Its sanity wisping and feign

All substance, not vain, pouring through the drain of the insane

In spite, the sight of untouchable night

It breaks for flight

For the solace of slight

The Unrelenting Strength

He does not eat, he does not sleep

For the task is great

Laid bare at his feet

It is the defeat of the weak he eats

To be nourished

Where others dare not flourish

He shakes with a rattle and curse

Fanning the flames with each verse

Sounding the siren of his own hearse

He can no longer digress

To hold it tight to his chest

For his vest works less and less

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