The Compass
By brideoframbo
The Compass
Deep into the black, I dive
Suspended head down in the dark...
the color enveloping me as a phobia
which wraps its cold, bony hands around my throat.
No sound escapes through its incarceration,
All movement is brutally arrested;
A momentary lapse of all crooked reason
causes me to hesitate near the point of surrender...
Before the final moment, struggling for balance...
Racing my mind upward, fighting for air...
Pursuing the dimly-lit nuance that beckons me
I decidedly break the calm of the surface, gasping,
to find you anticipating, awaiting my return yet again
and I wonder at the magic magnetism
that points my way home...
...only now, through you, can I fully appreciate my own arrival.
Bride of Rambo
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Copyright 2005 brideoframbo
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On Tuesday, August 23, 2005, abattoir
(115) wrote:
I only wish I could truly welcome you, but I find myself still piering over the crest of this journey. I've just arrived..but, I like your style..
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A former member wrote:
nice, keep it up you got talent, welcome to DP =) ........may
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On Tuesday, August 23, 2005, Elise
(188) wrote:
That's intense. Welcome to DP and keep sharing. ^_^