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A Metaphor (not about suicide!)
Frightened, I alone did wander
Beaches fathomless and vast;
Through millenniums uncensored,
Through the eons of the past.
To the present moment's pounding
Of the surf upon the reef;
Pounding with surrealistic
Indignation filled with grief.
Tortured to the depths of madness,
Tethered with a mortal chain;
Dashed in pieces, wounded, bleeding,
On the shoals of kindred bane.
There persuasive whitecaps whispered
Words that I had heard before:
"You shall find your peace in Bozrah,"
Hence I heard those words no more.
For the endless sea dispersing
Every tear within its brine;
Beckoned me, intoxicating
Me with waves of brandywine.
And it drowned my pain and sorrow,
And it swallowed fear and qualm;
And I found my peace in Bozrah
In a timeless sea of calm.
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