The Shifting Winds of Sanity I-IV

The Shifting Winds of Sanity I-IV

A Poem by Louis McKraker



The Shifting Winds of Sanity                    (2010)


        Alas, how easily things go wrong!

                  -George MacDonald



I.

In the next apartment, I hear shouting--

The sound of love nearing its end,

Then it's followed by a soul's pouting--

The sound of lovers caught in sanity's shifting wind.


II.

I step outside for a cigarette and still hear crying,

For a letter of hope the gods failed to send.

How does one cope as emotions lay dying,

And all are tossed around by sanity's shifting wind?


III.

Laying in bed, I imagine a world less trying--

It's almost as hard to imagine as it is to believe in;

A world someday silenced of all crying--

A world where we all find shelter from sanity's shifting wind.










The Shifting Winds of Sanity Pt. 2            (2012)


         Alas, how hardly things go right!

                  -George MacDonald



I.

Something has tripped me again,

Leaving me face-down in the sand,

And turning my smile into a frown--


II.

The powers that be

Are green with envy for me;

A secret the wind tells only as it brings me down--


III.

But yes, I still dream;

As true and as free

As I did before the breeze paced my steps--


IV.

Though it may seem odd to most,

As if I were possessed of some ghost,

The answer lies in the secrets I too have kept--










The Shifting Winds of Sanity Pt. 3            (2012)


      And yet how easily things go right

            -George MacDonald



I.

As the wind picks up once again--

An old ghost says

She now remembers me more clearly--


II.

And with my luggage packed safely away--

I now seem--to her--

So much less dreary--

And now, I'm thinking:

If--indeed--


III.

I have come such a long way--

Then leave me lie--

To forever find rest this way.










The Shifting Winds of Sanity Pt. 4                      (2016)


      This is my letter

      to the world that never wrote me...

                 -Emily E. Dickinson



I spent my life,

And I spent it looking down.

From the precipice

All the way to the ground.

But the distance between here and there

Never seemed so close to me as it does now.


To my shame, I

Find myself praying now

That a surprise

Wind will come and take me down;

As that might be the only way I will rise above.

Maybe there I will find the meaning of life and love.


Oh, what in me has changed so much that I

Now feel that I must escape this life?

Oh, what in me has changed so much that I

No longer feel I can overcome this tide?



Should I leave my impression in the ground below,

Let that expression be my resounding note:

The letter of all of my grief

To a world that never wrote to me...


Well, I suppose,

It's as much worth the try

As it was to experience life.


Oh, what in me has changed so much that I

Now feel that I must escape this life?

Oh, what in me has changed so much that I

No longer feel I can overcome this tide?



Could it be that I--


I spent my life,

And I spent it looking down?

From the precipice

All the way to the ground.

Either way, the distance between here and there

Never seemed so close to me as it does now.





© 2018 Louis McKraker



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Louis McKraker
Louis McKraker

Montpelier, VT



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I was born in Central Alabama and began writing poetry and short stories at age nine. I am now the author of several poetry compilations, a song and lyric collection, and a collection of short stories.. more..

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