Undertow Poem by Martin Moore

UNDERTOW

That first drink drags me down
Drags me screaming back
Back down that old familiar track
Cursing and begging, please
On gravel encrusted knees
To where I'm happiest at least
In stupefied peace of mind
The world I leave resigned
My loved ones drop behind
Like skittles nonaligned
And I the wrecking ball
Watch my own downfall
The crumbling shaking wall
Collapses infecting all
The whirlpool, waterfall
Trapped in the undertow
Trying to let go
In frantic rhythmic throes
Beneath the turbulent flow
Oh human embryo
In violent vertigo
Released in secret tears
The music of the spheres
Silently appears
To grateful, weary ears
And helps to slowly steer
This wreck back to the pier
Where myriad volunteers
Allay my errant fears.