Nautilus
The knot in us.
Unknown,
It's grown,
In the darkness
Never seen, till in need.
The *Nautilus sleeps.

In times of turmoil,
Of doubt and pain.
That's when the Nautilus,
Earns its name.
When called forth
The Nautilus roars,
It ascends to the fore.

Of *courage over *fear,
Strength over pain,
The Nautilus breaks clear
The sufferer's aid.

It puts to end,
The chaos, the carnage.
Replaced with,
Experience's  wisdom
And the patience of age.

I look up,
To the cotton skies*
They Beckon me.
To a land, far away
With gleeful people
A land of prosperity.

I look up,
To the cotton skies.
They beckon me.
Away from the sorrow,
Far from turmoil
I wish to flee.

I look up,
To the cotton skies
I get some clarity.
This turmoil is home,
Gaiety, the enemy.

I look up,
To the cotton skies
One thought in mind.
This is my life.
My life in the cotton fields.

T'was like any other day,
He had no clue.
The blow he'd take.
It was built, minute by minute.
Word by word.
The Storm
That destroyed his world.

A storm's a brewing
Isn't that what is said?
The calm before the storm,
That's what was felt.
He should have known.
He should've seen.
The conflict now,
Was previously concealed.

The conflict within
The sorrow, the grief.
The sorrow he hoped,
Never again he would feel.
Never again he would grieve

Little did he know,
This could never be.

*Fixed, unfixed, the pain..
Like a wound,
Of mind, body and soul
Forever shall it bleed.