Adrift
AGONY is my new lover
and she never tires.
DISCIPLINE is my
new taskmaster.
through PAIN and
TORTURE I shall finally
know LIFE.
I'm adrift in
a BLACK sea.
TERROR swirls
beneath me in the
FORBIDDEN, black depths.
as IT swims by
it's chilled wake
sends shivers through
me and raises goose bumps
on my flesh.
IT can DEVOUR
me at anytime.
I've chosen not to care.
EVIL can find me,
possess me,
it's not my choice.
I am STRONG
and can tread water
for days.
Surreally, I am not AFRAID
as I turn my face up,
squinting
the yellow sun is HOPE
in a rust colored sky.
the wind is COMPASSION,
an unseen kindness that embraces me.
FAILURE is the black crow
wheeling in the sky above me.
HAPPINESS is the virga
on the horizon: rain drops
that EVAPORATE before settling
to the sea.
I'm shedding COMFORT
and contentment as a
serpent sheds it's old skin.
it is TOO LATE,
for I am born again
HARD.
Copyright © Dan Burleson | Year Posted 2007
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