I was like a warrior
struck by lightening,
my brain pounded
I was dumbfounded,
was given a
real frightening,
for a time I wandered and drifted,
then at last I excepted I'd been gifted,
I had been blessed with
an enlightening,
filled with love that came from above,
from our sun,
left toothless, I was done with truthless
fruitless fighting.
Some say twas trips I'd had away,
far away,
but I know it was that solar eclipse
on Good Friday, that gave my
soul a smiting,
I saw the futility, of greed and war
and I did not need, hostility no more,
nor all I'd once found
so exciting.
Twas then, and not before its time
that I awoke, and began to rhyme,
free from past I did at last,
start writing.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
I was like a warrior
struck by lightening,
my brain pounded
I was dumbfounded,
was given a
real frightening,
for a time I wandered and drifted,
then at last I excepted I'd been gifted,
I had been blessed with
an enlightening,
filled with love that came from above,
from our sun,
left toothless, I was done with truthless
fruitless fighting.
Some say twas trips I'd had away,
far away,
but I know it was that solar eclipse
on Good Friday, that gave my
soul a smiting,
I saw the futility, of greed and war
and I did not need, hostility no more,
nor all I'd once found
so exciting.
Twas then, and not before its time
that I awoke, and began to rhyme,
free from past I did at last,
start writing.