A Love Showered Storm To Heart's Dis-Content. Poem by Michael Gale

Yes, we must all look as the tendrils of the thundering showers...
All it's might, deep, deep into our cavernous souls.

Down, down deeper than the deepest bowl...
That bowl, which we mix up all pent up feelings.

Mix and reel all our misspent-dealings...
Our train wrecked by rails of sheer terror of rejection's towers.

Alas poor(Lass) no more powers...
Love hath stripped us bare.

No hugs, no kisses, no dead-long stare.