Dreadful Music Poem by Mark Walters

Dreadful Music



Curling rage is stirring deep
Spirits of a day long past
Awaken vapors long asleep
Those hearing faint aghast
Nowhere to run

Zigzag lightning beckons all
Blaring trumpet sirens long
No snoozing to this wakeup call
None mute this dreadful song
Nowhere to hide

Monday, September 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: judgment
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