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by Phil Walling


A conflict of a prophetic madness
Decisions are made,
Weapons waiting in the shade
My shoulders hang heavy in sadness.

My world is dangerous, frightening
Evolution is tentative,
Intelligence is speculative
When my house is hit by lightning.

The day gives me again a morning
I drink my pot of coffee,
For my caffeine energy -
To face this possible warning.

When I face the face of the sin
With confidence and trust,
The killing fields of rust
Fuel this fodder of the rage within.


Author's Note: Peace

Posted on 02/04/2005
Copyright © 2021 Phil Walling

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 02/04/05 at 04:22 PM

A conflict which everyone tends to go through on this journey of life. Awesome poem!

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 12/11/08 at 11:28 AM

And I realy like the form on this. Congrats on POTD!

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 12/11/08 at 01:19 PM

i love the image of lightning hitting the house. congrats on POTD.

Posted by George Hoerner on 12/11/08 at 04:41 PM

Congratulations on a well deserved POTD!

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