XI.
Violence and anger, each who are left here,
Gather in coiled readiness striking out,
Leaving emptiness as result, a fear
Impelled from destiny, leaving no doubt.
Yet trumpets sound silence that fate's decree
Shall resound forth again on all dead ears
A secret held tightly close, we agree.
So, private reflection battles the years
And despair turns 'round to a wearied hand,
Cathartic relief granted in quilled strokes.
With damned emotions run free, I now stand,
Love building, as such emotion evokes.
Shown torn pages of such tear-stained ink marks
Grief left once again to some other arcs.
© George Galang February, 2001
Gather in coiled readiness striking out,
Leaving emptiness as result, a fear
Impelled from destiny, leaving no doubt.
Yet trumpets sound silence that fate's decree
Shall resound forth again on all dead ears
A secret held tightly close, we agree.
So, private reflection battles the years
And despair turns 'round to a wearied hand,
Cathartic relief granted in quilled strokes.
With damned emotions run free, I now stand,
Love building, as such emotion evokes.
Shown torn pages of such tear-stained ink marks
Grief left once again to some other arcs.
© George Galang February, 2001