Sunday, June 19, 2011

Covered

From within a well
of sweltering rage
I find my rhythm to
fly, feel, flow
forward.
I race up
but still
I falter,
sinking
down.

Trapped under
a blanket of despair
holding me in darkness
yet keeping iciness
at bay,
my soul is protected
from the frigid waters
of
indifference.

2 comments:

Darci Monet said...

I hope all is well. xoxo

Unknown said...

...you know how that dark side infuses artistry