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Swimming in Thoughts

  • Writer: Claude St Louis
    Claude St Louis
  • Jun 21, 2020
  • 3 min read

Updated: Jun 3, 2022















Lone Wolf

There is a Lone wolf in my soul

Tormented, crippled and haunting

Nothing has been felt as cold

As the Ides of March morning


There is a stranger in my head

Edging me closer to the door

Sitting on the edge of my bed

Still staring the ground floor


My body aches

My mind wonders

When will the cage be open?

When will I be released?


My mind howls to be set free

As I only want to be left wild

I don't recognize my own dreams

I'm like a feral child


My mind wonders without borders

While the body is trapped in a bird cage

Mind and body are no longer in order

The sense of unbalance deepens my rage


Like the lone hungry wolf

You stay patient, low and you wait

Behind branches and brushes

You lay and wait.....

Like a lynx in a snare

You lay and wait....

Like a lion spotting it's prey

You lay and wait.....

Like an eagle on a branch

You focus and wait....


The patient ones will conquer

They will feed and grow stronger

While the weak, dissolution ones

will slowly and simply fade away..



A night of nights

On a crisp autumn night Shortly past midnight... Things just didn’t feel right


At a moment, unfamiliar objects touched me

A sinking feeling rushed through me I reached for my chest but clutched my soul It became too quiet, there was no one to console


The walk down made the staircase crackle beneath me Eyes wide, bent over to see farther than need be Everything was there for me to see,

Confused, my eyes seized the moment

Where forever our lives were broken That moment, heaven and earth collided Time stood still, knowing they were forever united


The still of the night, the smell of the air haunted me Familiar entities gathered around me We gazed in to each other's empty eyes Mumbling incoherent jargon With people that went beyond



Daisy field Freedom


Born content and unknowingly poor, Walking shoeless out the back door. Through daisy fields and toward the creek, Feeling secure of the dangers we seek.

Down the narrow trails I would wander,

Alone with my thoughts I would ponder.

Forcefully steering my minds’ attention,

Away from chaotic thoughts I had no comprehension.


A stray dog lay nervously on our porch; Hoping to be accepted and not ignored.

I realized while hugging the mongrel;

That daisy field freedom was fading from us all


Passages of time slipped through confused mind.

Darker moments replaced those innocent times.

Could not fathom what was to come,

Easy for the few, impossible for some.


The smell of war was in the air

Right or wrong it was not fair

My naive mind did not comprehend

That my life’s reality was coming to an end


Many brothers were lost,

Being brave while running across.

Never thought anything could feel so sore

As the mighty Guns of Normandy resonating my core


Coming home, changed, disillusioned, confused

I was told we fought for freedom…

It was certainly not for my freedom,

As I spent the rest of my life living with demons.


My life was used to better yours,

Follow the decent path, live in peace.

Don’t allow your children to rise,

Because of their unwillingness to compromise.


Live your own life

We can sadly cry through life

We can feel injustice pained upon us

Or we can let our heart grow wings

And glide freely through life’s turbulent swings


We can blame society for our mental turmoil

Blame the written book for our treacherous toil

Blame our surroundings for who we’ve become

Only one’s self can rid of this self made conundrum


Let a familiar hand lead you out of the darkness

Caution the hand with a feel of harshness

Caution the hand with a feel of softness

Avoid the hand that never walked through your darkness

Grasp strongly, longley and trustingly the extended hand of your own soul…

































 
 
 

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