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the chill intensifies, 
persecuted by winds 
ever hacking 
through my mind; 
objections to compassion 
surge by, 
though never kiss my skin. 
 
clouds of trepidation amass 
while i slog into life’s mire. 
my burning eyes 
feel swathed in gunny 
and my heart drums, 
silently loud. 
 
confined 
to a bottle of storm. 
 
© tlp 2011 
Revised - 03-06-11 
 
 
Original posting (revised from a piece 
of prose, written in 1975) 
iam beleaguered 
by winds yet slashing 
through my mind 
objections of compassion 
charge by 
yet never touch me 
dark clouds of dread 
assemble above 
as i slog through 
the sludge of my life 
my eyes feel swaddled 
in burlap 
my heart thunders 
silently 
and i am encased 
in a bottle of storm. 
 
© tlp 2009