Stasis

AdriftAll lost in those daysA growing branch to smithereensTrying real hard to beat some grace out of all that withering and dyingThe thriving soul's beneathIt's yearning for the surfaceYears of pain not undergone in any way will reveal the woundsFiercely tame, not about to make a scene...I saw it drowning, gasping for air, disappear into the surging of the seaAn agreement made with the one who wields the cane of ordealSeasons gone by have handed over the reinsHighlighted the worth of our earthly strifeHighlighted the worth of unearthly mightAn early memory a feeble groundThe facts remain all the sameAn early memory a feeble ground to build uponAssumptions die hard while the past remainsHome-grown severe denialSmothered way down insideHome-grown severe denialShreds of regard defiled