The Wind Forbids
The fiendish wind forbids the door
from opening beyond an inch:
its muscles crushing impetus
with twice the force, as if to say,
"You'll not be leaving here today,
and you don't want me as a guest!"
I should be glad: this room - this house
- would rupture had I won the round,
the door unlikely to be closed,
subjecting all to unhinged rage
almost like Pandora's box,
except for Hope she had retained:
this tempest wails without refrain,
and so, for now, we will remain.
The Wind Forbids © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: February 27, 2019