Carl Setzer

In The Face Of The Horrible

Face the horrible
The waves of sadness and pain
Find strength together

Raindrops tap windows

Gusts rattling the dried leaves

Autumnal cold rain

The predicted reasons have come. Trees bend in the breeze, leaves drift across my drive. Summer’s memory flutters within the dried, damp leaves.

At times I weary

All this invective burning

I’m charred and hollow

Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together

And rise

As the darkness falls
Light echoing the day’s joy
Fading to slumber

A strange fear of mine
To vanish into time’s mists
Forgotten notebooks

Though no injury
Knee pain, stiffness and soreness
Ibuprofen saves

So full of weirdness
The internet is awesome
Life in the future

Wednesday had gone past

So very much has been done

Longing for the trees

Awakened briefly
Activity around me
Now, again, silence