The Drown

The Drown

Hidden under an iron sea,
is the fact that most deny.
Drowning in it seems like a normal act,
that most can’t defy.
Reasons still unexplained;
not many that survived to clarify.

On the shore, sand beneath the feet,
with no firm hold;
slowly slipping in the palms of the iron sea,
into mysteries so cold.
Grasped by calmness,
even when lost in the ashes of doubts yet to unfold.
Faded in ignorance,
the great God’s words which were once heard and told.

Floated in the sea of reasons unexplained,
also the melodies so silent.
Years melted drop by drop and disappeared
in the iron sea as if non-existent.
Lines upon the face from years of true smiles and pain,
definitely not worth this torment.
For those that survive the drown,
is a tunnel of hope with arrays of light so different !

Finally with opened eyes,
saw something real and better !
Alive with beauty and an honest spirit of survival;
a shore for those who truly endeavor.