The More Remarkable

Descending into madness, drop by drop, The senses dulled till mindless, naught perceived. A subtle slide that ne’er rests ‘gainst a stop, Till bottoming, the soul is much aggrieved. No purchase then, when fingers claw the wall, Attempting to escape the self-induced, And were to gain a step, would surely fall, Returning to his vomit, still seduced. Contrite, one might assume a posture prone, Not rage, with shaking fist against the sky. To plead, to beg, be at a mercy thrown, Resigned at last, not proud, with head held high. The more remarkable, on face of it: A hand lent down, redeeming from the pit. ---------- for the A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand written on 06/15/2022