Posted by Christopher L. Douglas (184.108.40.206) on June 13, 2001 at 01:21:53:
What is this storm that comes my way?
This downfall of rain...
floods my eyes with tears.
How can I raise my head to breathe?
This undertow of forgotten sin.
Where are the ropes to pull me in?
To rescue this soul...
from these tides of my undoing.
Why is there no voice to comfort me?
The sounds of death falls upon my ear.
Where is the light to direct my path?
This moon is covered with morbid gray.
When will the sky break and I find ground?
I can no longer struggle and therefore drown.
Christopher Lewis Douglas
Copyright ©2001 Christopher Douglas
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