Here and now- lies ahead a road. This uncertainty is not sure- cling and clangs vultures and cultures; yet, all I see a bright light from above. Autumn leaves around clings of ruts fall from the trees. The cold heart of evil spreading from the past- the past of winds cold chills fire was burning out. False love- making no come back; banishing back to oblivion. I hear the angels- strings being struck from opposing directions; and the strung of these sounds much more sour. The dispel of a dream- gone in the wind; Oh! I see a dark cloud- I see this won with no failing winds- disclose of a brighter hope. The same child of the storm- returns in the sunlight. My wondering mind wandering eyes ask me the conscious question: Is he from the retrospect within the past storm. Does this storm repeat itself? All he remembers is in retrospect- This storm is history- Can the sun return from retrospect?
In times of doubt we must understand that not everyone is the perfect individual. This poem is dedicated to a past of ups and downs, lessons learned, and a forced opportunity to seek freedom without giving into this world of evil.