Oak in Abstract

on the brink

i am lost in this labyrinth
of past and future
standing here on the brink
of lakes and bonfires
sidewalks and fumes
sucking in a mirage of smoke
on this unstable barge of home
the contents of my life
strewn about in bags and barns
on the banks of a raging river
that swamps my island
pulling at my spirit
towards a vast ocean of uncertainty
where emotions are blocked
and dull tears stream as
worthless currents of salt
swamping an abstracted dislocated soul
standing at the tide of hope
as around and around
the eddy flows
and grief is washed
of guilt and fear
I am on my knees
praying for an end
to this dark night

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