The Swamping Tide

When rent in sorrows I try to find Another plane on which to set my mind To distract it from the downward vibe And thereby avoid the swamping tide The swamping tide has no remorse It will hold you if you cross it's course The suction of it's slimy waves Has taken many a mind to grave Grave and dark in their dual pact Overpowering those that lacked The energy to pull out of such mire Their very souls tortured by fire Fire and brimstone smoking out Any who's minds are struck by doubt Keep such at bay by a forward plan The saving grace for many a man For many a man will take some time To watch for dangers down the line Place a safety net close to hand And by such means all panic's banned All panic banned, the moments pass Relax and take the pre-planned path A clear head can most risks avert As the wartime posters said 'Be alert' ©Rhumour June 23rd 2009