A Poem

Have been meaning to blog this 2 weeks ago when i 1st read it...
and it touched a cord...
Enclosed in an email...
written by a faraway fren... one of her ongoing "life poems".
I present -- Clare Eng.
And a pic i had done prev which seems to suit the mood.






















I used to think
that since I never had nightmares,
then I would never have them;
until I realised one day
that I was living in a one.
Not so now,
and please God,
never again.

I thought I awoke
that the nightmare was behind me
I thought I was now strong and prepared
yet little did I know
that fools' bravery would leave my softest spot wide open
and even less did I expect
that it would be your turn one day to make me your shooting practice.
It is a slow death
and pain unravels slowly
inch by inch
day by day.

The terrible rays of freedom
dazzles and tears the eyes
the reins! the wheels!
burn blistering paths in palm and cloud
Who can divine Minerva's carven thoughts?