Comments about Gerald Hall
Journey Through Pain
Calm seas calm not the mystery unfolding,
The gentle rolling of the boat, agonizingly slow
As it creeps toward an unknown fate.
The waters of my gut alive
Burning, churning, rising and falling
Anticipating this worrisome enigma.
Woeful moans floating in the moist cold dark
Slip into my ears, crawling into my mind.
The dank and clammy floor reeks,
An odorous offending scent. The muggy smell of death
Embraces me, it’s nebulous slimy tentacles curdle my mind.
Staring blankly, I look into the black repulsive abode
Hoping this unearthly journey ends. ...