Flailing
there are angels on the water
spirits in every wave
and if it washes over me
it may sanctify and cleanse
my heart is at the ocean
there is turbulence in my thought
but the angels walking on water
may not relieve this pain I bought
the truth sinks like a stone
the falsehoods are the swells
I'm going through the motions
and flailing in this hell
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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