SUFFERING POEM

SUFFERING POEM


In his book of dreams he sees her

and he tells himself it's a sure sign
but the suffering that haunts him
is a burden they can no longer bear
and his darkness seeps in until
she's adrift, cast off in a flood,
the surcease of the sea
relentlessly pounding the shore
offers little solace.
White foam horses
madly galloping on the strand,
hell bent for the lip of the whirlpool.
The edge of the known world.




4/10/2013

SUFFERING POEM