Warning-Anger!

Don't probe too deep,
Or you'll wake from its sleep
A giant!
A grotesque thing
Held in check by a string,
Termed by mast
An emotional triumph.

One day words awoke
Tho a soul groaned and spoke-
Not loud enough to forestall disaster.
A warning ignored-
Oh Lord, Oh Lord,
Shut my ears from its hideous laughter.

As screaming and flaying
The thing broke free,
In its birth left a shell-
It was me!

Dripping with anguish
Utter dispair!
Where was reason?
Only I was there.


©2003 Christy Schaller