Darkness is Coming

Dark, thunderous clouds roll over,
Bolts fixed on one target,
The son tries in vain to protect his father,
But even as we speak he deteriorates still...

The black clouds are a warning sign,
The thunder bolts are the threat,
I have seen it all before,
Except no clouds came to warn me...

It was just flash...
And he was gone...

It is always the undeserving who die,
It is always the undeserving who suffer,
It is always the undeserving who cry,
It is always the undeserving who lose their fathers...

The clouds grow darker and darker,
The bolts edge ever closer,
The son cannot continue protecting his father,
Pretty soon, it will all be over...

And his suffering will be no more...
The darkness is coming...

Turn of the Tide

The tide is in,
The waves lap happily over each other,
Gently around my ankles,
Everything in the world is content,
The sun blazes above,
As I breath in the refreshing sea air,
And take in the mesmerising view.
Things in life are going perfectly,
Everything is in harmony with each other...

But then the weather begins to shift,
It becomes stormy and violent,
Things in the world are changing,
They are becoming unbalanced,
The waves crash angrily over each other,
Will they still be around next year?
I have experienced close at hand already,
How much difference a year can make,
Who's to say it won't happen again?

Even now I can feel things changing,
Just as the tide begins to turn.

The Stranger

At the age of twenty-five,
She walks along a familiar path,
Home from her boring job,
Back to her boring house,
With the rainy weather mimicking her feelings.

The old days of fun are long gone,
Friends of old are long forgotten,
Yet, as she reminisces about the past,
A hooded man approaches her,
Claiming to be one such friend.

She denies it vehemently,
This man is bearded and broken,
And there was no glow in his eyes,
She knew no one of the like,
Never had and never will.

You are a stranger, she said defiantly,
Leave me alone, never bother me again,
And with that, she went home,
Leaving the stranger outside in the lashing rain,
In a state of utter shock...

As well as feeling very hurt,
Because he was no stranger, he had been honest,
They had been good friends once upon a time,
But a combination of unfortunate circumstances,
Meant he had lost contact with her...

When he didn't really want to,
And as the stranger stood alone in the pouring rain,
Head bowed, heart broken,
He too reminisced about things long gone,
While marvelling at how things change so quickly.

The Moment of Truth

This is it,
It all comes down to this,
A fleeting period to impress,
It seems long,
Yet, it isn't long enough.
My future depends on this,
As it's the difference between certainty,
And the unknown,
Between having a path to follow,
And wandering, wildly, into the wilderness.
This is where I have to stand up and be counted,
This is the moment of truth.

The Jinx

The Jinx,
A thing of evil,
Like a horrible parasite,
It clings to the soul of a group,
And destroys it,
From the inside out.

It feeds off the slightest of dislikes,
Turning them from mere dislikes,
Into serious problems,
Causing one person to hate another.

Clear-the-air talks would be held,
But the so called peace meeting
Would descend into bickering,
Then the bickering would descend into fighting.

A neutral of the group would try to stop it,
But then the fight between two,
Would turn into a fight between three,
And before long,
The entire group would be at each other throats...

And as their friendship falls apart around them,
The Jinx would move on again,
Content that its job had been done,
While being ready to strike again,
At the core of another unsuspecting group of friends.