Poetry / Nautilus of Pain

How does one make meaning out of suffering?
Internal chaos, raging fire,
that threaten to burn out the inner light.
Trapped in desert sand, I swim mightily.
Stranded on an island, I scream into the wind.
Backed up to the cliff edge, I dip my toe into the cold universe.
At the crossroads, I fight the tides that pull at me.
I do not understand
Snow on yellow daffodils;
Copper leaves suffocating green grass;
Rain on a sunny day;
I do not understand
Coffins made for babies;
Blood stains on a white dress;
Fatigue in deep slumber.
I close my eyes to the swirling irony
And dream dreams of crashing waves.

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August 17, 2009

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Hi, I enjoy your work.Title serves the piece as a whole,question in opening line is spinal. Off on desert
analogy,line4,would drop”that”,”the”,line3.Would change”“do not…” to “beg to” or the like to keep the
green light on quest for enlightenment.Strong subject,thanks for sharing,H