Deep waters were here to stay

 

I could feel tension in the air,

rippling through my muscles.

Every joint flared,

every tendon, flayed and raw.

My head was amid a long civil war,

with rockets flaming through my hair

and the sound of automatic rifles

deafeningly near.

Hovering close, I saw through

dirt covered windows. 

A cloud of rage

as black as ink

and it was spreading

like a spilled well

upon a blotter page.

 

As the dark clouds covered my sky

I closed my eyes,

and I listened,

As the screams of rain ripped through the air,

streams slipping down windowpane.

I heard the laughter of thunder

and a hammer blow of pain.

Blinding lightning strikes

burned through eyelids stuck tight.

As I lay, I fought demons in my head,

walked through hell with feet of lead

and awoke, sweat drenched in my bed.

Day, born of night.

 

I needed to breathe

clean air into soot filled lungs.

I could hear mournful birdsong being sung.

I opened the door.

and a boat floated there.

The deluge had been and gone,

but now deep waters were here to stay.

I would have to brace the cold and swim

if I wanted to get away,

Or grow old and stay within,

slowly withering

into a reminder of another day.

 

 

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