Tuesday, August 19, 2008


I cant remember how long it lasted,
I cant remember how long I was under,
but somehow I made it back up,
swallowing air, dust, life,
scuffling with the temptation to surrender,

I had almost given up,
crucified by my own submission,
taking fondness in my involuntary defusion,
and wounds a result of self infliction,

till something tore inside of me, a slender streak of light, a sword divine,
slashing through the silence, darkness and monotony,
a brilliant manifestation of desire, life, melody,
each color an antidote, each atonement a remedy,

my pilgrimage finally poised for completion,
I scurry through the salinity, closer to my destination,
my final wounds as I grapple with the rocks,
the earth opens it arms, my body in its bosom,
savoring the solace of self redemption.


kianein said...

'Fear can set you prisoner, Hope can set you free'

I am just a man with a heart and sinful hands. I am a fallen victim with broken hands. I'm beginning to believe my fears have worn me out and I've come out alive'

You said it, savor the solace of self-redemption.

Arfi said...

.... each color an antidote, each atonement a remedy

I like this!