Sunday, 23 November 2014

Riding the Storm

The dark draws near
You're falling down
it feeds off fear
Each motion is a frown

With mind stretched thin
A gust could tear and sunder
And all around is wind
And thumping thunder

You're down and drowning;
No sign of rising
Last light departing;
No sign of restarting

And then relief...
Though quick and fleeting
Hold onto the belief
Hold hard, heart beating

Held strong in comfort
No sound,
Just beating heart.
You look around.

Head clear
Space to breathe, sigh, stretch
All that's left is the fear;
Mind's wretch.

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