Turgor Pressure

it waits beneath the surface
times its bold others its wise

the pain was mine
the power was his

i was 9 and he was old
a summer trip in ice crushed cold

this box i hold inside my mind
it used me once but now its mine

feed my courage with survive
left behind gods safety line

it taunts me as i stand from fall
i shake the pain and answer call

no excuses find my range
for what he did in perfect right

stand i must for all my self
it lies in waiting on dank days

taken from me all i offer
given to me whats left in end

then in end i say is
love trust safety and me

taken me not but given more
grips my life eternity


"... cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war ..."
Michael\'s Short Bio

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-Michael

"... cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war ..."

Michael\'s Short Bio