The Flood

October 16, 2010
I feel the flood rising over me
On every surface, every crack
A tide of dull erosion
Soaks my shoulders and my back
And it covers me this current
And it leaves me such despair
And the rising swell of solitude
Leaves me frantic for the air

The looks exchanged
The rooms I leave
The hate I cross
The loves deceived

And I plead!
This flood consume me
For I tire of the weight
But it leaves me just my breath to feel
My frightful unknown fate

Take it back! Take it back!
So I may feel dry once more
So I may lay about my house
With arms that couldn't reach the doors
But that comfort has gone and left me
White sand replaced by mud
And I feel on my shoulders
The ever rising flood.

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