just a poem about having the will.


The Lurking

Lurking in his heart
big and ugly as a tornado
sweeping across the land
destroying everything in its path
strong as a hurricane
raking
houses, cars, people and
anything it comes in contact with
into oblivion
like the heavy ocean
that drowns boats and ships
caught in its fury
like a vicious dog trapped behind
a gate ready to attack
with or without the command
being given
lurking in his heart
his rage full blown
he is now able to lift himself
up out of his wheelchair!



Poetry by Dorsey Baker The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-01 at 14:16

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said!
2015-11-02


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow! Now that's powerful. I was confined to a wheel chair once for a brief period. I hated it. I fully ne'er stand the pent up fury occasioned by being stuck in that chair. You write of it very poignantly. You also hit the subtly of it in that that anger and negative energy can be channeled to the positive side allowing it to provide the energy needed to "lift himself out of his wheelchair" freeing himself either temporally or spiritually from the confines of thar chair. Well written, incisive and powerful. Bravo!
2015-11-01