History Repeating: A Poem
I find my lungs won’t cooperate
denying tears of their oxygen
for I feel the darkness of the storm
A storm, I myself, almost didn’t survive
still trying to rebuild, yet
the air’s electric with negative intent
I know what dark road
lies ahead and the nasty
storms a-brewing, metallic taste
Though like a time traveler
Interference is frowned upon
but I can’t just stand by
umbrella in hand,
waiting –
suspended in time,
watching –
hoping
angry clouds dissipate.
Every cell in my being rejects
the dark clouds and angry rain.
Sharp blue eyes, a reminder
that the pain is real.
Gagging on this déjà vu:
heart constricts
as lightning strikes twice.
