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.

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