Maelstrom

Inside a distant memory of sensitive convulsions
The whirlpool's scar agitates off the beaten track
Nothing changes over the slightly rippled calm
A repaired place where the cracks are still apparent
Unnerved and weakened currents flow in osmotic disquiet
Attenuating its full purpose, as each side becomes one
A violent pull presses and pushes at the party's end
As a wild ride, for a short time, takes it home
This true test of neuron strength fakes the brave
And then becomes diffuse ... slowly it disappears
Hardly detectable, the pathetic dregs of the storm within
Only a half-healed laceration, raised and Hellish red
Stares back at those who question the events and facts
No hiding outside these tumultuous walls
It is a subtle reminder of the maelstroms path


~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008