Wading Echoes Driven By False Expectations

Below the raging storm
The loud winds crying out
Earth braces for raging onslaught
Trees await their broken limbs
Mankind watches with usual fears,

Amidst plunging-hard rains
Life scatters to find good cover
And ground soaks up eager raindrops,

From this new danger's fruits
Its deaths to later gift anew
In flooded ponds, streams and rivers
Miracles born from malignant skies
That which mankind oft marvels at,

For man's fears eat away his depths
Gnaw into dying marrow and cracked bones
Seeding night with darkest powers
And chimera's that oft invade peace
Alas, mortal flesh finds its wailing curse
The self inflicted stabs from fear's daggers,

Bringing shadows, vanity's cancerous mouths birth,
Wading echoes driven by false expectations.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-19-2019
Prose