A poem should, if it be good
Do more than entertain
The greatest seek to quietly speak
Prayers for we insane

They drag us down from solid ground
Our senses overwhelm
Set adrift in leaky ships
With no one at the helm

They storm our gates, reverberate
Confound us and confuse
Rip us apart, open our heart
‘til nothing’s left to lose

They steal away ordinary day
Drown us in darkest nights
Tempt us thrice with Satan’s dice
Then fling us from his heights

They make us dare to float on air
Then drop us when we fall
Their blades of steel force us to feel
Tear down our every wall

They scorn our pride, know where we hide
Entomb us in their storm
Strip away all the parts we play
Strand us far from home

When all is done, we lie alone
Too weak to make a move
Washed in the blood of some bard’s word
Descending like a dove