Monsoon: A Lesson Learned

 This summer was definitely very different than any I've had before.  Long days of school early in the summer and aggressive physical training towards the end meant that I usually had something to do.  I wouldn't say that this was a good summer, though.  I trained, but I didn't reach my goals.  I had a lot of tough moments over the summer that were eventually offset by good things later on.  But if there's one thing I can say about this summer, it's that it taught me a lot of lessons.  This poem is about one of those lessons.  I hope you enjoy it, but more importantly, I hope that it makes you think.  About what, I'm not sure, but I'm sure you'll think  of something  as you read, and maybe this will make you pay attention to something you've been overlooking.  Anyway, here it is: Monsoon.

-Mortimer

Monsoon

Storms roll
And bells toll
To remind me of what I’ve been told

Thunder's crash
And times pass
But my choices haunt from the past

Lightning’s streak
And lions seek
To destroy us, lowly and meek

Clouds rain
And seasons change
But don’t remove all of the pain

Mud sticks
Makes me sick
I can’t quite avoid the painful prick

Skies vent
What I meant
Was not the direction they’re bent

In shallow seas
Do as you please
But I’ll not respond to your pleas

Ships thrash
And rocks dash
I’ll be gone when you burn to ash

When storms roll
And the bells toll
They remind me they watched it unfold