Darkness What Would it Take to Hitch

¶ … Darkness What would it take to hitch a ride on powerful winds raging against my window… The winds that howl, roar, disturb the quiet / shake walls, calling to me… right now "Girl, leave it all behind -- abandon shadowy ghosts in your consciousness "Those doubts in your head…that fuming, welling up of evil intentions "I see the stalactites of fear and stalagmites of loathing…in your mind's cavern…" I pull the curtains apart / what wind is this that speaks to me? What phantom rides so freely with the wind -- how can this be? An invisible, gusty force perceives destructive demons damning my spirit? "Speak now, vital gust, answer me, can you blow me away from this pain… "If so, I'll forever ride with you, side with you, in the snow and in the rain…" I pushed nose to window, watching the bold tempest tear limbs from the tree Feeling smaller than small, wanting to be away from it all, tears trickled salty but free Leaves swirled, danced drunkenly and spun wildly through the long black night There were no answers, no solutions, in the dark sonata orchestrated by the storm My questions caught up in the wild ripping wail, no solutions offered Would the broken tree explain why I smile when I really mean to fume? Why I nod yes when I want to scream that I hate this world from every room? Does the army of dry brown leaves blow in concentric circles to prove worth? Whose child is that on yonder ridge buffeted and battered by the cruel forces? Is that I? The child? Has the wind's fury turned back the hands of time? Now the terrorist neighbor stings the child's hands with a single swat The bastard pulls a switch and blows himself up A tsunami of rich red blood fills a hundred mile-wide toxic cup Please God, if you're up there or down here or over there Going through all this madness again I surely can't bear "Hey Mr.

wind and the devil (riding shotgun): talk to me, I'm all ears, ready to go "Swoop me up in your vehemence, I share your wrath -- I hunger for liberation "Don't stop for me, I'll smash glass, fly through this window, lift me out, up, away…" Distant church bells tolled as the gale pulled me screaming from my comfort zone.. Was this really what I wanted, needed, will I be glad I got the hell away from home? Pride was.