It wasn’t a surprise when you came back today,
Black eyes that turn me milky grey.
Black as burnt coffee
Oiled ocean scar
Cat’s eye slit,
Back into my troubles pit
My worries jar.
The day had started not a care in the world
Hope was returning my burdens uncurled,
Like toes on a soft rug, a slight bend, a gentle tug,
This was my day of peace to be found
All burdens were lost
Free and unbound.
I was up and feeling good
Steadfast my being did stand,
No executioners hood to blind sight of wooded trees
Or burdens anchor
Pulling me to my blackened knees.
Then I felt a subtle spot while standing on my happy plain,
I could have sworn I felt a drop
Of burdens unhappy rain.
A drop is how it starts, a fine haze,
Then quickly the deluge
Becomes a burning choking blaze.
I twitch like a bird on feeders hanging seed
I curse and spit my frustration at calms exiting speed,
I wash my hands to clear the blood
To cleanse myself of this sticky mind mud.
Ill see you tomorrow my happy plain,
It was fun before that spot of rain.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.