Frustrations sometimes build up to such a state

So many emotions come out in everlasting spate

All of the things bottled up in past and deep down

Then come out amidst that held pain and frowns



Then those things one needed to say but didn't

Suddenly pour out in a rush from where hidden

And opening up that door perhaps looks bad ...

But the reality is - opening it - unlooses the mad



And pavement now freshly washed from outpour

Then glistens in the sun as heat simmers more

And then the rage from the rays shining bright

Dry all of the tears and pain which made uptight



And as the sun sets behind orange-red clouds

The pavement starts to cool and then enshrouds

All the dryness left in mouths from exposed heat

And all who did partake then will have new meets



Cooled from the sky turned dark and enlightened

As dawn rises on a new morning quite brightened

And the lions who raged and tore apart flesh to eat

Lie still, stretched out on a cooled sand quite beat



For the door which opened their den so very wide

Now is just lying on the ground on one of its sides

As other animals of the desert take over the meal

And birds hover, waiting for carcasses to steal ...



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

9am Tuesday, April 28th, 1998