Friday, January 21, 2011


Adrift 

upon a turbulent sea
a life raft thrown
into his arms
now heavy as stone

with ropes attached
through loops unseen
dragging his soul
thru a horrid dream

breathless and thick
blood crashing down,
a rhythmic beat
beats a distant sound

while fingers reach
into thin air
grasping to find
nothing there.




This poem is my attempt to capture the moment we realize the passion is gone.


1 comment:

  1. and what if the next reach there is something still there???

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