swirling circling soon to sink
dark tides of pain and woes
can nothing do much else but think
the places my mind oft goes
I ponder think and wish to see
an exit for the pain
just when my soul thinks it is free
falling to the tides again
I flail and flounder toss about
no help I seem to find
dark up no footing grab but doubt
a hold can reach behind
The sun rises dark flees away
look up from slumbering place
And though I hope here I will stay
Another storm I'll face
Michael Newberry