Flood

wash me clean...
everything floating over my head
covering me completely
waiting on someday to drown
too many things happening at once
no closure no opening either
wash my whole self
with the tears from above me
stop the flood of negative
let it all die down
floating on top of a makeshift raft
waiting to drown
hoping for my wings to fly away
but for now just sailing
tossed around by constant storms
longing for blue skis and black starry nights
to see a shooting star
let it wash me clean
let life just wash over me
let all the bad be stripped from me
crying tears to keep me afloat
like a magnet steadily drawn
towards the inevitable
wash me clean
from the water that threatens
to sweep me under its wing
to drown out my cries
only to find my sodden soul stranded on a beach
the saviors glass...shining...lovely...safe
i can't drown...not anymore
washed clean
10-30-99

This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page