...The Western Chronicles - the last Storm before Calm.....

Sitting aloof.....eyes glued to colored screens

Mazy patterns....all that once was a picture so beautiful

Likewise efforts laid in anticipation

Seemingly fruitless...the toil swallowed by a sea of demands

Sleepness nights....raging thoughts....the usual magic

All inefficacious! 

A brain drain? Maybe...

Eyes turned skyward....sunken and all sore

Like a trance....pictures of storms in the past racing through our minds

Desperation mounting......the end?

In pessimism we agree.....and yet again

In hope, the last storm before calm

The swinging extremes ever present

Like a pendulum....deep illusions of absence it offers

Teasing our minds to falter....a belief in its strength

Or lack thereof? Who knows....?

In deeper scrutiny....the ailment persists...

Now masked by fake impressions....

A deeper puzzle for our hearts...

Unsettlingly? No doubt...

Yet, like watching a dog bark into darkness

Neck hairs all erect in anticipation....and still...the eyes see nought

Are we at war once again..?

In pessimism we agree...and yet again

In hope, the last storm before calm

Failures of the past...haunting prospects for the future

Efforts laid for better fortunes

Heavier risks....

Distances covered!

In search of fertile grounds....

Seemingly the same plague over such vast expanse 

Or are our eyes playing tricks once again?

Thoughts of sacrifices made....of wagers paid

Sending our minds to flight....

Desperation creeping in...

The art we once mastered seemingly vanishing from our hearts

Is this the end?

In pessimism we agree....then again

In hope....the last storm before calm

The concept of dreams....

Ours too numerous to count...

The skill very much in our possession..

Plans...one at a time...

Still, a heart weakened by persistent storms

Found wanting when scaled against the remaning dreams

Plans changing....an atttempt to grasp all....

A mistake....? Most likely

The expectation of clear and supernatural vision not met...

In dissappointment....a downward spiral to plunge into.....

Like a boat adrift in mid ocean

A captain too numb to steer....

Conceding to the raging storms....

A stark opposite to the legacy documented in the diary of the seaman

Was this the vision of the three horned stars?

In pessimism we agree....too weak to make a comeback....then again..

In hope.....the last storm before calm.....

© Nd Obi