11...Salvation

Deformed and tossed about
relentless churning winds,
tides of destiny’s waters
sweep me into its ring.

A melodrama of confusion
in a cocktail of turmoil,
noble gestures of pain
forging a cold steel coil

that once upon a time
fired the molecules of dreams,
fed brazen burning desires,
sustained infinite possibilities.

The moon does not glisten
upon these waters sad,
nor the stars like cherries
that donned upon her glad

Justice in the balance
found unparalleled absurdity
in the arrogant reality
that found me guilty of living

I spiral down in slow motion
down the depths of this lair
beyond the point of no return,
my salvation may be there.




DionWorx