*Refuge*

[gryphonpoet]

With its final breath, the passing storm
no longer rattles and whistles through
the cavern where I have taken refuge.

I wrap myself in epicycles around me
in the depths of the cave and the cave
lets me find my own way to resolution.

Now, there is no more talking. The place
that protected me in its chest now has
at last grown silent. And I weep

until I sense a new feeling. I must not cry.
Four small shivers tremble inside my chest.
They tell me that I am now the refuge.

[alexander]

I like this poem a lot! I really feel the mood of the poem, I sometimes feel like the mood of this poem, nice job!

[eunhathes]

An awesome tribute.

You can feel the atmosphere change with each stanza. The brevity of each stanza is wonderful here, symbolizing the short breathing or an even shorter stay. Very eloquent.