Lifeline
The veil of sadness
fell down upon me,
invoking dark shadows
and shades of melancholy.
Crimson tears trickle,
scarring and burning.
The world tilts and spins,
the pages of life keep turning.
The mind grows weary,
witness to brutal violence.
It longs for quiet sanctuary,
seeking justice and penance.
The lifeline has been cast out
into the sea of great sorrow.
Just hold on tight to the rope,
Until the sun rises tomorrow.
Colleen M. Breuning © 2010
October 10, 2010
Colleen Keller Breuning 