A Fate Worse Than Depth
Below the Surface, something Boils
Something Seethes and something Churns
Something Wakes; it Stirs - Uncoils!
Something Aches and something Burns
Something festers, something stings
For relief my Psyche screams!
Waves of Calm and soothing Song,
Alas! Are things of Dreams...
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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