With fists, against wall ungiving
I've screamed and griped about the living,
that life isn't even necessary,
still and ever sedentary.

Like puddle that has sat too long
stagnant pool of what went wrong,
I grew with algae, sour of state
inside myself I seethed with hate.

With breeze of knowledge came escape
from fear, and mostly mental rape,
upon mind so stuck in place, the pain,
was steady and direct as rain.

Once drop has started it's decent
it must continue, unrelent
till loss of senses brings depress..

yet~

freedom from this blackened mess
came while under great duress
but come it did, nonetheless.


WhiteRose 10/19/02