An Escape From Doom

To move about, there wasn't much room, so
I just sat there and began to pout. There's nothing
but gloom Inside the womb.
.
Things weren't the same when the funnels came.
Before I resisted, it wasn't long before the strong
winds were blowing. I persisted to learn, without a
doubt, what the disaster was all about.

I decided to purchase some flour when things got
sour. After that, I fought for power.

I knew I could lose a pound without making a sound.
With you around, I felt free as a leaf, gently falling to
the ground.

If I could borrow some old thing, I would purchase
a diamond ring.

I would play a nice new fiddle, if I could solve this
old riddle. If I could feel the way you feel, I'd like to
prepare you a nice hot meal. Then, I would gladly
make you heal.

I will know the reasons why, if I could look you in the
eye. I know that I would surely try, to have you look
into the sky.

With all its gloom, it would be ideal to escape from
doom. When I feel like drifting away, I would be
getting a lift, when it becomes a reality.


Written by Anna Marie Carlson
Friday, January 31, 2020
Revised on Saturday, February 8, 2020