An Escape From Doom

There wasn't much room to move about,
so I just sat there and began to pout.
Inside the womb, there was nothing but
gloom.

Things weren't the same when the funnels
came. It wasn't long before I resisted; the
strong winds were blowing. I persisted
without a doubt, to learn what this disaster
was all about.

I fought for power when things went sour.
Then, I decided to get some flour.

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


I would gladly purchase a diamond ring,
if I could borrow any old thing.

I would play a nice new fiddle, if I could
solve this old riddle. If I could feel the
way you feel, I would put together a nice
good meal. Then, I would gladly make
you heal.

I would 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.

To escape from doom, with all its gloom,
would be ideal. When it becomes real, I
would be getting a lift, when I felt like
going adrift.


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