Penitentes
.
It's a mighty harsh driving rain
I’ve no faith that the sun is waiting
mind fogged, eyes waterlogged
and no hope from the anticipating
.
Raise an empty glass
And toast to a past
That came to an end
Faster than fast
.
My radio can't find a satellite
so, I'm left here alone with this thought
a dangerous place, you can see from my face
and the pain with which it is fraught
.
We’re just nine meals from anarchy
And I have met the enemy
It is me, the enemy
It is me
.
Penitentes formed by strong winds
blades of a snowy bishop
Or Spanish holy week, it’s penance I seek
For lent, I simply gave up
.
It matters not how the battle goes,
The day, how long
Faint not! Fight on! Tomorrow comes song
Be Strong, be strong, be strong
.
I cried with a stranger last night
Was shunned by the one I love
what will I become?
Just another shadow in the sun?
.
It's a mighty harsh driving rain
I seek faith that the sun is waiting
My mind’s clear, heart sincere
Search for hope in the anticipating
Submitted: April 12, 2023
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CigarGuy1
Phill Phill Phill, I love this... I find it amazing how quickly you became one of my favorite writers on Booksie. This piece has the power, intricacies and is profound. "We're just nine meals from anarchy." Brilliant!
Wed, April 12th, 2023 3:57pmAuthor
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ah go awwwn...haha, thank you Cigar Guy. I turned it into a song a while ago, but I don't think the people I play with and for get me. But that's okay. We write because we have to. Cheers brother...
Wed, April 12th, 2023 9:14am