Sleeping Fury

As I walk through the graveled paths When the stinging stones speak to me Of the pain thrust on trampling feet I see you in the unlit alleys of my memory As the wind blows from a covert hide out Twisting and shaking the branches of trees Causing them to break and fly off the trunk I see you in the torn pages of my life’s tome As I listen to the song of lone birds And their doleful notes fall in my ears I am jolted out of my bohemian ways And feel a plaintive tone floating to me Wandering along the sprawling beach As I hear the roar of waves And when a humdrum of voices fills me I hear your voice distinct like the beat of my heart Like the pain at a needle point that shall always be Like an intruder, nudging to steal the inner space Like the small tremors after a fateful seismic quake I now know that in me you stay like sleeping fury Even when I walked away from you You stubbornly stuck to me Like a leech tenaciously clinging to the skin Oh! How hard I struggle to get you off!