The Mythic Sea Poem by Alex Lane

The Mythic Sea



Subterfuge or sacrifice
Idle hands and the wounds of Christ
Bless my bones
Sanctify my suffering
Though I stand alone
There is no end to the song I sing

I am not going anywhere
I am going to be steadfast
My head pointed out to the future
My feet heading out of the past
Dragging my heart to my church
To heal the soul of its hurt
Only angels can detain me now
If they so wish to delay god's work

I'll die for the hopes I hold
To find the truth out there in the cold
That it may encompass me
That I can openly
Defend what I will not comprehend
To swim and sink eventually
Into that pure mythic sea.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Madness
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