I won’t survive this dark night’s lunacy.
Waves smash against the fortress of my mind
with an endless ebb and flow of misery—
I'm drowning in a Labyrinth I designed.
No compass, satnav, Valium can save
me here, where even stars are scared to shine.
To a shifting siren’s song I am enslaved,
drawn down beyond the high-tide line.
Battered by winds strong as Minotaurs
my hull is breached beyond my skill to caulk.
I drift on wings of wax, then on all fours
crash land where none but monsters walk.
Light glints on broken glass, at last I see!
There’s no abyss but this one in me.
Sun, 2019-09-15 18:46
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Quite a stellar sonnet, Ryan. " To a shifting siren's song I am enslaved, drawn down beyond the high-tide line.."
Your use of words is brilliant, I can certainly see why you're such a popular poet. :-)