No help in sight
No boat rows into my vision
My sight.
Set adrift
In an ocean of sadness, madness
Awful despair and spite.
I swim frantically towards
What I hope will be my saviour
My rescue.
All that I need
All that I can hold onto
Hold to, so tight.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
Anger mounts, consuming me
No help in sight, it seems
Not for me.
Then, I turn about
Then, I see
A world full of majesty.
Holding out a hand
A love envelopes
Consumes me.
Not a breath I take
Is it done on it’s own
Or just for me.
I am part of the universe
That holds, loves, surrounds
As it protects me
Then, I know
No anger mounts
Consuming me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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