Poetry

I know the flesh heals
but not the ethos.
Though I was not the doer
yet I did't fail in my journey
through dark.

It was a fait accompli.
Knelt in prayer, I was branded
with hot iron.

Why am I shaking
like Titanic? Your long arm
did not save me from the shining
iceberg of simple knowledge.

Do we go together in the sea?
The dark music was very
enticing.Brick by brick we had
made the levee.Now the river of rage
has broken the embankment.

You want to climb
from the abyss.A death wish
overtakes the hills.