When my internal levees are brought to pieces
Unable to withstand the rumbling waterssurging through the veins of my dayWhen the soundness in my stance fatiguesand forges my noticeable swayWhen bedlam stifles the good order of my realmand seems to have its wayI breatheIf my methodical and steadyshould wake my haste and uneaseAnd in moments of unreadywhen my spiritual branches are left barren by fallen leavesWhen I’ve not the energy to rise When the rains from my excessively drained eyesmeet the caps of my dampened knees When the severity within my spaceshould breed my blood curdling screamsWhen these are not my dreamsI breatheI just breatheWhen all I seeThe lack of restrain from mouths of the facelessWhen all I can be Exhausted by the velocity of debilitating wordsand the strain it placesAnd all they demand of meWhen all is not freeAnd the charge of my unfair shareof which I receiveMy hollowed out stareFrom all the weight I must bareBreatheBreatheJust breatheOf Him An apprentice and less a disciple of trendMy onus to be light despite a beacon for sinBreatheFor everyday that I wake to endure this all againBreatheBreatheBreatheBreatheJust breatheCopyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved