Gliding down to frothy foam
flying freely in the sea of unknown
this voyage I take most every night
with joy I've flown in pure delight
Other times I am not so free
my wings slick with the oil of suffering
I struggle to find a way to shore
stuck in debris of bad memory
Struggling weak I fly no more
heavy cold my weighted wings
drag me down to horrible things
lurking in black depths patiently
hungrily waiting to feed on me
Cruely they strip my broken wings
ripping shredding feasting with glee
memory by memory tearing me apart
Old furies that lurk inside my heart

03/15/2005

Posted on 03/16/2005
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