A Chasm Would Open
Empty future,
hardly can remember the past,
the water rushing fast,
eyes tight,
and her ghost was like
silver in the moonlight,
she was much too exhausted
to put up a decent fight,
ship sinking,
her spirit thinking,
the ghosts of the other passengers
were blinking,
the visuals caused so much harm,
the sea crushing bodies,
as she felt God’s shift in her arm,
all the waves and water
would rush suddenly
in a horrific downward spiral,
some ghosts tangled,
while others flying free,
and then a chasm would open
on the sea,
and that was the reality,
as hope prayed,
and someone stuck out their hand
in an awkward, futile aid,
a knot of fear came,
then stayed,
no shame,
as the heavens would call her name.
© 2012 Frank Atanacio