mud sucking at boots
covered in filth
yelling for help
but it never comes
slogging alone through
sulfur-stinking mud
insect ridden
leaches suck
quite awhile back it seems
I ignored the signs and dreams
the warning's of this dismal track
stuck in a bog there's no way back
long I've struggled on this way
long I've dreamt away the day
juggling long-lost memories
imprisoned in this sucking clay
one last sunrise calls my name
and now I've one last choice to make
stay here dreaming I'll expire
or pull myself up from this mire
my future's not so far away
I've just to make it through this day
out of this clay
get away.
and find a
long
hot
steamy
bath, with sandlewood and oil of myrr
scents both herbal and demure
something that can make me pure
and feel whole again.
that and a bottle of bleach
to remove the stains you left on my heart
and a tube of crazy glue
so I can piece it back together.
and give it away
to be broken and muddied again.
Love this: we all become mosaics, shattered, and, we hope, stronger in the broken places. You'd enjoy ju's "Lost Cause," and my "Personals." Oops-- I better post it now!