Truth's Target

 

 

Seeping through the deep and lost

Burning intensified until

Pain and the urge to escape

Diggs into your mind

 

Wrapped in cotton confusion

Winds' illusions of judgment-day

By-gone and frustration looms

Patience vanishes

 

Anger, the beast arises

Defends, alarms, balls of acid ascends

Protecting, avenging imaginary attacks

Thunder explodes

 

Earthquakes erupts

Feelings cut under

Spirits fades, love abates

Souls of passion

 

Cynthia Adams, Williams

September 9, 2004