gurguling. Furiously colliding
Contending for the rights
To this oasis built for One.
One lay pinned down
Under the pressured current of voices
Sound rivers born from reservoirs of tension
Flowing from burning eyes
Soaking the bed shrouded in mourning
They could not yet decide
If they would let her believe that she
was worthy of pain
or impatient for relief
or ready to be removed from suffering
Or fully responsible for her guilt
So they contended
and crashed
and gurgled and spit
They tore at her hope stained heart
spread their cloudy wings and
shadowed everything with decline
As she
sloped into
her personal darkness
Her precious life garden now wilting
worm ridden optimism
decaying faith
brown spotted courage
She drooped with the pain of
promise unbloomed
as they continued to bid on her
ruins
One rose to greet her reflection
Saw them there dancing
Removed her suffering image
and smashed it
Stomped jubilantly on her shards
Then rummaged through the bloody mess
Trying to find the joy peace-is
Saw them there dancing
Removed her suffering image
and smashed it
Stomped jubilantly on her shards
Then rummaged through the bloody mess
Trying to find the joy peace-is
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