Blind eye

sorenbarrett

To plot the psychology of a storm, in the meteorology of the mind

a hurricane is born, with an eye that is blind

It's which hemisphere, that does steer the spin or direction

When skies are clear, it would appear a depression, with no threat of detection

 

The flows of its highs and lows, chart its path and ferocity

Strength grows in a hidden heart that shows turmoil's atrocity

In the storm, reality is torn as warm waters increase its force

In the crash of the sea, paranoia is born all along its course

 

The howling wind's wails, begins destruction's trails as it makes ground

Raising water and rain, with the rails of denial's pain, is the gale's pounding sound

A tidal surge the last bastions submerge, until is found a hope that does arise

the belief of champions, sublimation's high ground in a blind eye's blue skies

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2023 20:13
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  • orchidee

    A good psychological write there SB.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks so much Orchi I appreciate the read and comment.

    • Teddy.15

      We all at sometime or other have a cloud or two over us, this is beautiful. Such depth of meaning and imagery. 💖

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you Teddy I appreciate the review and your comments are always so welcome

      • L. B. Mek

        Brilliant!
        ' it would appear a depression, with no threat of detection'
        stealth as its key threat
        this thing that hunts our moments of solitary peace
        wounds us anew with forgotten emotions n regrets
        'In the crash of the sea, paranoia is born all along its course'
        do we hide or surrender and accept that inevitable demise
        how to conquer a fear, hidden within our heartbeats
        'until is found a hope that does arise
        the belief of champions,'
        and how do we triumph
        by learning, champions are made not born
        curated in that furnace of incessant strife
        first learning, how to survive
        how to appreciate
        those small mercies in our lives..

        • sorenbarrett

          A humbling reply my friend. Yes indeed it is by being tempered in adversity that we become stronger and less susceptible to fear. You've seen to the heart of this one and it is a blind eye that remains in fear.



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