hundred thoughts
through my head flow
like a fast flowing flood
one banging the other
with a hard negation
others modifying another
and none static
as an unmovable boulder
my anchors float
and the deck is scattered
shifting with speed
i drift directionless
searching
for strength deep within
questing
for help from far beyond
silently
i wail, whine
and weep
aloud
but nothing happens
except my drowning
deep
in the deepest waters
dragged into the mire
and unable to put my foot
on solid ground
i yell, i fight
and i fear
accepting my defeat
surrendering
to shame and blame
that wounds
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