We work in the Dark; we give what we have. Our Doubt is our passion- our passion is our task, and the rest is the madness of art. -Henry James

Monday, November 07, 2005

the farthest point down

how far is
too far

down

I knew once
for me

I had my limits


and they nearly
crushed me

when you're floating
on the oily sea

rife with debris
and vivid smells

how do you
tell the mind

to take over
where the heart has failed

how far
is too far

down

when nothing
cuts through

nothing makes
sense anymore

nothing stays
the wound

and misery
is all you know


there is no guide book to this
there is no class one can take

it seems sometimes that even
the books can offer no more solace

the words are brittle and tasteless
the rhyme slips right through the fingers

and no one has
any answers

that might say
which way to turn

it isn't fun
to be alone
on a vast sea
of nothing
but the past

and alas

it is hard to
know
how far
is too far


down


until it might
be too late

* * * * * * * * * * *

a light in the tunnel
an escape
or an end

you will never know
until you reach for it

and that takes courage
of the heart

just a start

but it must begin somewhere

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