Deluge of My Words
I was lost in corridors of my mind
as words flooded in.
I had no Ark and couldn't swim.
I thought I'd drown.
The deluge carried me past doors,
cracked open just a bit.
Not wide enough to enter,
and there was no turning back.
Flood waters rose higher
and I began to float
on the deluge of my words that
in Noah's Day was meant to kill.
8/27/16 A Deluge
J. Ward
Copyright © Marti Sutherland | Year Posted 2016
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