Drowning

A whisper of thought
An idea filtered through fear
Central to his confusion
Integral with the whole
From whence it came, he knew not
Where it was leading
Was up to him
Or was it?
She drives him toward distraction
Always on his mind
Is there escape
On in the depths of alonity
Will it be enough to obscure her beacon
He can only hope to drown
Left as a discarded carcass
Fallen at the foot of her tower
Bereft of feeling
Returned once more to wandering
A lifeless husk
Blighted by desire
Burnt by fear

© 2002, Mosquitobyte