Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Dark

Off in my fragment of sanctuary
Away from the flames
Hidden at times,
A vanishing island
Ankle deep in the lake
Ignoring the screams and the shrieks
It always finds me eventually
The creeping dark
Immortal and unstoppable
Shackles still attached
At the wrists and neck
Ten ton anchor tossed overboard
Calling me home.

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