The feelings lie deeply inside
Deeper than ageless mysteries
As deep as oceans, where phosphorescent fish
Feel the depths and just, shrug
The emotions evolve, yet are in stasis
Available only to me
They fill crevices, trenches, all the
mountains on Earth
El Niño, howling hurricanes
Pale before the power of my storms
How do I exist with fettered feelings?
I fear, not too well
The journey up, across, around and through
Winter begins to lie upon me
The work must hasten, ere I end.
Perhaps the sun/son will inspire me
Must the bleeding go on?