South

Dealing with myself.

By Lamar WigginsPublished 4 years ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

-Drifting southward in a daze,

looking below, I see the maze

and the ways through this haze...

My head now splits,

like rifts of lava

in this continental drift.

Thinking of confusing myths,

away I drift...

Catching a moment of breath as I

sweat to death

from things bereft,

I see the dream. What does it mean?

In the deepest part of this pool,

I look for that golden rule.

But I flinch as soon as I get

within an inch.

I may run. I may hide.

But I know faith will be found again and again,

hiding deep inside.

Drifting southward-

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