For Fear of the Yonder

Just above graves there are distressing waves

Caused by forces that have no controls

And they set about motions, like witch-brewed potions,

That linger in the air and snatch-up souls.

You can't see or hear as the forces draw near

For they are sly and crafty, as a memories often are.

And as you pass by the graves, those distressing waves,

They reach out and grab you with fingers like tar.

Then off you are taken to be reawakened

In their tavern of torture made of betrayal and wrongs.

Oh, how Devil-may-care when memories they share

And they tear at your soul with heart-wrenching songs.

It's all just for sport in the subconscious high court

It's just one of those things to keep it amused.

But for the ones caught by waves that ride above graves

It is a lesson not learned, and some choices abused.

So harken, this day, and hear what I say,

Don't be like those --- who feel they must wander

Among memory's graves, and their torturous waves,

To be snatched-up, by the past, for fear of the yonder.

JE Falcon

09-27-2021