The Unrelenting Storm

Storm approaches across dark labyrinths of insanity

      somber nights alone

      beneath rocks and stone

Sparked by

      the voices I hear

      the hallucinations I see

Tempted to obey

      to surrender

      to bend the knee

Chained and bound

      to the seat I sit upon

      to the disease inside me

Set ablaze 

      to the lonely heart

      to the great weeping willow tree

Committed to change

      to the barrel of the gun

      to the stinging honeybee

© 2026 David Greg Harth

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