Nov 2016
A hollow takes root in my heart,
I watch helpless
as this cavern empties
its once warm elixir,
now cool as coal
on a bed of dying embers.
suddenly,
trepidation surges
upending my
quiet comfort
while voices whisper in an upswell
"this safety on the razor's edge
is an illusion
and must be returned
to the debt ridden sea!"
slowly the mist settles,
revealing the great divide.
I hold my breath
and go under
I watch helpless
as this cavern empties
its once warm elixir,
now cool as coal
on a bed of dying embers.
suddenly,
trepidation surges
upending my
quiet comfort
while voices whisper in an upswell
"this safety on the razor's edge
is an illusion
and must be returned
to the debt ridden sea!"
slowly the mist settles,
revealing the great divide.
I hold my breath
and go under
Posted this poem without much editing last night. Rewrote it throughout the day, here and there when I had the chance. It kept on asking to be rewritten. Here is what I think is the final version. I originally had written "lost at sea" under notes. I think it still applies.
