Sitting there
legs caress
the deep black of
nothingness
and then it leaps
to touch your feet
and your are brought
to this
this moment where you know
you've no where else to go or be
its really just you and me
and as the water drips and drops
from the waves hitting the rest of the dock
the cross stands strong
forever long
to be
and to hold
the weary arms and head
of me
///
Running to him
for he is the only one who can save
me from my thoughts
and the world
into which I've been unexpectedly hurled
and only occasionally
freed
from the mess my thoughts have made of me
and the toll
they have taken
stolen from my heart
but that's only the start
now my lungs
are starting to fare
good breathing
no longer there
but he
he has not left my side
he does not run and hide
he is fighting still.
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