Echoes

A vessel lies in shards upon the ground,

Misunderstanding years of stress and pain

I did allow the storm to wreck my brain.

An end like Dylan's seem to me profound.

Tossed in the pit my demons did surround,

They tore and bit me in their dark campaign

Till I believed naught of me would remain

But echoes of a life in whiskey drowned.

Death be not proud for you shall die as well.

Rebuilt from my destruction I can see

The tortures I have come through made me free.

The understandings gained by me compel

A straightened back past sins I disavow,

To live and love as only I know how.

Frank Garnick