Indomitable

a sad soul listens
to the rain pattering against the door.
the litany of the shrieking wind
carries a melody of hate and knock out
any trail of thoughts, while
wood works and walls protest with catatonic
pertinence that match the mellow stillness
of this loner whose eyes ache under the
strain of warm hopes and brilliant
mental exploits, sailing to perdition.

open sea: the body of water cavorts
with the seething lust of the gale,
they turn and twist in vertiginous pitches,
their heaving collapses in droning rumbles,
excreting white horses running afoul
towards the pristine shore of a land hunched
in a frozen woe.

in all its exaltation, the sea emerges as the deeply
furrowed face of an elderly man, in pain and
struggling to breath, smothered as he is in
the foggy gray curtain of an unkempt beard,
while hours or seconds pass by in an eerie limbo
that is deafening in its all-encompassing silence.

the individual opens the door, his cries bring no tears,
his shouts of anger are frozen in the throat.
in the wellspring of furious elements he's the fence pole
that inconspicuously braves the collateral til weathered
and prone to rot under a mound of years, crackling in
the fire with the smile of the unvanquished.