The Charge

The Charge

The night is long


us wrapped around each other

Fever pitch dreams

surge the feelings more intense

Violent storms of the heart

try to direct eager magic

Irresponsible thoughts

choreograph movements and thunder

You know the void

and you know where it waits

and drapes all over your world.

You know the fear of something real

in a field of falsehoods

and disappointments.

It is so much easier to succumb

to the ongoing vastness

of the low glum of the world

to seek the ray of difference

that struggles to touch you, warm you,

through the maw of mundane and mind-numbing.

Storms stir and provide us new energy

As soon in the gap we stand,

the lucky ones

Now our fingers must touch

to complete the charge

Tom Squitieri

Tom Squitieri is a three-time winner each of the Overseas Press Club and White House Correspondents’ Association awards for his work as a war correspondent. He reported from all seven continents, always writing as a voice for the voiceless. His writing and reporting have been published in an array of newspapers and magazines. Tom has taken his love of storytelling to poetry. His poetry has appeared in The Raven’s Perch, No Strings Attached, Style Sonata and The Griffin’s Inkpot.

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