Bathed by the rush of salty sorrow,
by Gina Marie Moody
years of caked and crusted pain flows free,
murky puddles form at my feet.
Struggling limbs sink into pits
of quicksand emotion.
I am lost in the mud slide
consuming my mind.
The downpour of bitter emotions
fills ambitious rivers of lost desires.
Chiseled canyons echo the hollow thuds
of collapsing dreams.
Fleeting thoughts of salvation
sinking into thick pools
of deep regret.
Frantic eyes blurred by the mist
embrace hallucinations of
swollen velour clouds,
Desperate hands forever reach
to stroke bright illusions
painted on a black velvet sky.