[HESTLA'S HONEY]

Shelter's protection,
I long for
from the coming
of tomorrow's rain.

My life is imprisoned
by gripping anguish,
exclamated by
crippling inner pain.

Cold and shivering,
I am trapped under
the weight of its
torrential downpour.

I am drenched.
I cannot breathe.
I'll drown here like this,
if I do not discover
something more.

I watch in horror
as the second hand
relays to me today
is about to turn
into another tomorrow.

Desperately, I seek
undetection in
the depths of
heavy shadows.

I cling to my faith
and hope, I find
peace hidden in
its deepest folds.

If I can achieve this,
perhaps, I will avoid
the dreadful coming
of tomorrow's rain.

©2003 L. A.