Pain Of The Niagara

What a spectacle for existence to see

Unshackling a spirit, setting you free

Unleashing of anger and an unheard plea

A dramatic relief of misery.

Fate shamelessly determines you longevity

Machinating the point where you shall parish

Striving to redress your indurate destiny

Until hopes of deliverance diminish.

Unable to value deplorable fortune

A turbulent rage emerges

Rushing to abolish the desolation

With wrath your cold water surges.

The frenzied torrent of anticipation

Retains a sheer envy, your present induction

Nothing shall contradict emancipation

Speeding steadily toward welcome destruction.

Your navigation has reached its intricate closure

Bewilderment grips the tides of emotion

In concise suspension of your form is composure

Anguished too long with incessant commotion.

Gravity rules your substance

Plundering to your death

Writhing with incontinence

Screaming with every breath.

You strike bottom in a hollow roar

The hiss of erupting sentiments

The startling groan of your wrenching tour

Ends the prolonged turmoil and suspense.

With a splash your agony is fractured

A droning sigh of relief

Signifies the tranquility adored

And the strained extent of grief.