Dark winds bring what is known
as the nasty hands of twisted fate.
These strings are pulled and pushed
by a figure no one lays eyes on.
The walls that fell in Plymouth,
a coal mine that took
the lives of twenty-six,
eleven that were never found.
Community members blamed
the builders for poor safety
but no one saw the methane gas
explode in the walls
and who the creator
of such destruction was.
When the heavy storm rains
hit the ground in Bangladesh,
taking hundreds of thousands
of people buried under
the cyclones rubble.
Victims never knew
what pushed the violent winds
that leads to despair.
The hands that twirled
the cyclone of death.
Daily in British Columbia
people are losing
in their game of chicken
with little magic pills,
laced with addiction.
They say to blame the users
however, people had to be
lead to this place
to feed them in their final moments.
The hands that guide
in the darkness and unexplained.
These hands are unseen, but they are mine.
The Dark Figure no one sees.
Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, he has taken the time to speak in front of classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as had over 200 hundred writings published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows, and The Broken Ones. He has published five poetry books, "Snake With A Flower," "The Phoenix Has Risen," "The Path," "The Storm Is Coming and Searching," and one book of photography, "Through My Eyes." " Whispers Of The Calm" is his sixth poetry book.
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