“It's not him who's disturbed. But he likes to disturb others--to shake them out of their rut.” ― Jostein Gaarder, Sophie's World
troubled are the waters of deep dark sin.
Without a tale does not tell,
that crawling underneath all is not well.
Froth and thick mire,
disguise the water and lay straights dire.
Lift my head Spirit on High,
knowledge of the forbidden brings great sighs.
Wrapped irony and ruse,
dark times wring a soul's purple bruise.
Who can see the a way through,
all the pains and sins that shadows knew.
Troubled thoughts, disturbed again
quiet atrocities within.
Also published in Broowaha Citizen's Magazine