Turning Tides
Shadorma Form:
Turning tides
know nothing of my
nightmares, still
they seem to
manifest them every day;
reality’s stage.
Each rolling
wave, playing out its
scenes with such
vigilance
so as to traumatize me
again and again.
I order,
torture me no more!
Yet deaf waves
continue;
gyroscopic fingers that
fondle my psyche.
Tripping through
corridors of mind
invasive
liquid thieves
such abusive masters who
enslave my spirit.
I have a
way of dealing with
such beastly
masochists
I swim swiftly away on
golden prayer rafts.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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