Vibe

Yes, it's a vibe that I
can't quite make out.
See, this microcosm
of undercurrent -
an eddy of silence -
stifling, but cool.

I see the quivering masses -
people grope at me,
as I walk the path,
after summer they
bring free but feeble weeds -
delicate but deadly.

They spread like me,
thoughts - regret,
a path worn in furrows,
a day sad with storm rain,
it soaks a heart in two.
Nice and dark, a battle
rages for the thunder
of my mind.

© 2012 Larry Ingram