The Flood

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Lift up our heads above the water plane,

Choppy little waves throw caution to the wind

And the current drags us effortlessly down,

Tugging, pulling, wrenching at our feet

Until they no longer reach the ground.

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We are at the mercy of the flood;

Unless we find a lifeline all is lost.

We will lose the struggle to survive,

Unless we find the courage to hold fast.

And death will take our mortal soul at last.

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©Denise G Allen, 12 May 2014 11:51

SANITY

(After watching The Aviator…)

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Am I sane…
because i say so,
or you…
who do not know
…me?

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If only life were as neat

as the closing chapters in a book,

but entrails creep,

seep through scars unhealed,

carry forth unfinished mortal wounds

which stain the lenses of my eyes

to colour my vision

and only You can heal my sight ~

make me fit to fight

for what is right.

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©Denise G Allen, 06 June 2013 05:57