The Cloth that Drapes the Soul
Mar 19, 2024
Though playful, the winds of spring
swirl within my skull
and the song that slithers out
of my ears
is harsh and discordant.
The drop in temperature does
not bode well for walks
among the daffodils
on lawns at the very brink
of needing attention.
The harmony of nature strives
to move the discord from me
tries to dull the blazing pain
that overwhelms the spirit
that struggles to be kindred
with a world tossed about in my skull.
It is the cloth that drapes the soul
hides the beauty without
buries the smiles and affection
and taints everyday listless moments
of agony and indifference to death.
