The Unknown

The Unknown

A Poem by Zan

Dripping black ink
swirls on white paper
the words are a comfort 
they bring me to safety 
slow the spinning world
let me breathe once more. 
Dancing white spots
world lurches and spins
dark tendrils reach up
claiming my calm.
So dizzy I'm drunk
in the darkness my fear
spirals out of control 
it chains me here.
So I turn to the words
the swirls on the paper
the comfort they bring
like a ship's iron anchor. 

© 2013 Zan


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Added on November 8, 2013
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Zan
Zan

London, Ontario, Canada



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