Isolation sits <br /> ...On islands <br />And tiny inlets <br />...And bays <br />Its halls all closed <br /> ...Up <br />And surrounded by <br /> ...Water <br />My protection from <br />The Cycloptic Ogres <br /> ...That have <br />Almost buried me <br />With chains of tired <br /> ...green algae <br />And hardened corral <br /> <br /> <br />I mend my injuries <br /> ...Slowly <br />Seeking revenge <br />'Is not of my morality' <br />But a seeking of aid <br /> ...Is <br />In the distance <br />A life raft floats <br />With a line in my <br /> ...Direction <br />Bidding me come <br /> ...Aboard <br />The S.S. You Will <br />...Be Fine In <br /> ...No time <br />Commendeered <br />By the Skipper: <br />Jesus Christ. <br /> <br /> <br />A person of The Spirit <br />Reaps what he sows. <br /> <br />As written in Galations: <br />'The fruit of the Spirit <br />Is love, joy, peace, patience, <br />Kindness, goodness, faithfulness, <br />Gentleness and Self Control. <br /> <br />August 2,2009 <br /> <br />Dedicated to: Sheltered-aka...<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cy-clops/
