THE RESCUE……



MY LIFE SEEMS SO OVERWHELMING,

WAVES OF CONFUSION BLOT OUT THE HORIZON AS MY SOUL BUOYS TOO AND FRO.

GOD I FEEL LIKE I'M DROWNING,SEASICKNESS OF MY MIND,AND THE BURNING OF MY EYES,SUDDENLY EVERYTHING IS MOVING SO SLOW.

MY LIFE PASSES BY MORE SWIFTLY NOW,MY FAILURES ARE CRASHING THROUGH THE TIDE.

AT THE CREST THERE SEEMS HOPE,BUT ITS JUST ANOTHER DECEPTIVE SLOPE IN AN OCEAN FAR AND WIDE.

MY ARMS FLAILING,DESPERATELY TREADING WATERS OF REGRET.

MY LEGS SCISSOR FRANTICALLY AT THE MADDENING INSANITY THAT I COULD DO THIS ON MY OWN.

HOW FRAIL AND WEAK IS MY LIFE,HOW CARELESSLY BLOWN ABOUT IN THE WIND,…..

SEEKING NOTHING,GAINING NOTHING,THOUGHTLESS RECKLESS ABANDON…ITS ONLY NOW I REALIZE THE FUTILITY OF MY CHOICES..

HERE AND NOW AS I DIE.

GOD WHEN WE MEET WILL YOU AT LEAST GIVE ME THE CHANCE………..TO COME BACK AS A VOICE OF REASON ,TO WHISPER A BREATH OF ENCOURAGEMENT INTO TYE EARS OF THE ONES I LEFT BEHIND?

IM GOING UNDER NOW LORD,I SURRENDER !

THE UNFATHOMABLE DEPTH OF MY SALTY GRAVE CLOTHES MY DEPARTURE INTO THE ABYSS JUST FINE.

BECAUSE WHERE THERE'S NO TOMBSTONE………..THERE'S NO SADNESS.

S U D D E N L Y ! ! A PANICKED, DESPERATE GASP FOR AIR-VIOLENTLY MY WHOLE BODY WRETCHES ITSELF-MY HEART IS PIERCED BY SILENT SCREAMS…….MY FALL LASTS FOREVER…….

THE NIGHTMARISH MEMORIES ECHO FROM MY DREAMS.

LAYING ON THE FLOOR,THE REALITY OF MY SURROUNDINGS,MY BED,MY GUITAR….STARING UP AT A CRESCENT MOON IN A BRUISED NIGHT,TATTOOED WITH STARS.I LUNGE TO MY KNEES THAT TREMBLE BENEATH WEAKLY.

I ASK GOD"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME?"(WITH MY ARMS STRETCHED OUT MEEKLY)

MY LOVES ARE LOST AND WAS OPING WERE FORGOTTEN,

I'M MORE CONFUSED NOW THAN WHEN THIS DREAM INITIALLY STARTED.

A SEA OF LOVE LOST ? THE INEVITABILITY OF HOPELESS SEPARATION ?

I CANT HANDLE ANOTHER LESSON IN FAITH LORD.

IN HOPES OF INTERPRETING MY VISION BEFORE ITS TOO LATE.

YOU WANT ME TO TRUST IN YOU,..AND I KNOW YOU BELIEVE IN ME, AND I KNOW ITS MY SINFUL NATURE THAT HAS ME LOST AT SEA…..

AND JUST AT THE RIGHT MOMENT WHEN I'M YELLING OUT TO GOD FOR HELP….

THAT I UNDERSTAND IT OUT-LOUD HE HAS ME PREACHING TO MYSELF.

Garrett Couch Sometime in 2006

Capital letters are not the friendliest to view all lined up but when I got to the final line, I could feel a sense of intent even if you were not going for such an approach, it works well as said. The power of a line can be incredible. Great read, nice finish.

Thanks d4tc , the whole concept is of complete panic throughout, like that surreal nightmare you wake up from and aren't quite sure yet if it happened or if you're still dreaming. I think most people will consult God during near death whether they believe in Him or not, either for thanks and praise or for absolution and repentance.

I would like to give this 1 more day on page 1 b4 i count it loss

I enjoy this, thank you