survival

April 25, 2006

chilling black rain floods the cabin
we'd hoped against hope we'd be safe
the drama, it feels vast and heavy
the start of a new fearful night

gasping for breath as we wake
nightmare of flooding storm ends
deep in the lake, no longer awake
new dream rushes in, takes control

with everything left we must try
break free from the chains that bind
drowning in drama, dead in trauma
survival of the fit is our goal

but then in an instant
we hear a small voice
risk a moment of quiet
that lasts through the night

dream of this realm comes to life
each and every time we allow it
close your eyes, feel the breeze
look to the hope from the skies

Type: Poetry

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