By Gail Taylor
From the wake,
that turbulent flow
of errant emotions
riding the crests and
troughs of my despair,
arose an inner thought…
wakened at first
as an ever-expanding
shock wave of despair,
moving methodically
through my memories
searching for a path,
a harbour…
a retreat from pain,
but now awakened
by the collapse
upon a distant shore,
of an undertow
which is returning
with its dredges,
those sands of regrets,
whispering, whining
and wailing
that I stand alone
ever in the wake
of time
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