We troll our lines of time in this great pond of life... <br />We catch nothing no more and no less. <br /> <br />What baited breath submits our stares? ... <br />What ever being doth send forth ill chills? <br /> <br />Oceanic waves of terror fro' deepest deep feelings... <br />Away all other different layers peeled of pared fillings. <br /> <br />Harken closely to breathless breast... <br />Begin a once renewed strenghtened test. <br /> <br />Stuttering convulsions toss and shake.... <br />Relive relieved feelings of a past tensed mistake. <br /> <br />Blood spatter upon ceilings and walls.... <br />Life's errors to correct last cast to calls. <br /> <br />Bang this drum slowly as slow in wake... <br />Move on to others from my long forgotten mistake. <br /> <br />New life visions seen uncovered discovered... <br />That long ago day bed had spread it's lonesome sheets. <br /> <br />Sleep peacefully while'st suckling thy teets... <br />Memory of madness's forgotten recovered. <br /> <br />Heated hate once converted by one's own self lover'ed.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-troll-our-lines-of-time-in-this-great-pond-of/
