Sunken
Something takes a hold of me
Often takes control of me
Sometimes even gives me Hell.
Breaking but not entering
No amount of suffering
Is among us in this Paradise.
Breathless body pleading
To wash upon the shore,
Sinking swimmer thinking
He will not speak once more,
Wife and son still dancing
Unaware of His war.
The silence
Becomes
His
Home.
Often takes control of me
Sometimes even gives me Hell.
Breaking but not entering
No amount of suffering
Is among us in this Paradise.
Breathless body pleading
To wash upon the shore,
Sinking swimmer thinking
He will not speak once more,
Wife and son still dancing
Unaware of His war.
The silence
Becomes
His
Home.
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