Dread Dredge

Mired deep, amidst mental sludge
Grieves presence, amid mind smuggles
Past present, quagmire swill - struggles
To keep head, level headed, amid deluges.

Chokeholds, cry out, echo hollow rabid reverberations
Untouchable, hallow caste away, aftershock impactions
Dredges delusional dilemma, taunt tentacle enumerations
Amidst gravitational vortex hourglass, whirlwind aeration.

Grains amidst, abrasive rhyme, preys upon, volatile holy soles
Submissive struggle squirms amid acid-rain, tear drop, d-rip souls
Nerve endings, stateless stare, hollowed out, “I” socket, RIP holes
Sock it up, then down slide-ways, byways indeed, ends up -  sinkhole.

“I” dredges, a gist pores, upon living life giving us meaning, to nailed words
Pound dye hell out, inside-out, Too Bee made homeless, in insecure world
Thee be livelong - suspend-able expendable pawn piece player – spurned
To Be abused, by Narcissist Bully trump cards, white elephant, bird spur.

Plow fertile furrows kneeling, kneading thy seeds, within Poet wrought threads
Sow creative conception weaving, winding wry words, in Poetry astounding reads
Thou art the Guardian Word Warriors Knight, around the Poet Tree Circle needs
That sprouts roots, then barks aloud tempestuous limbs, Rhyme in Leaves – in deeds.

Dread is naught writing your own life sentence of existence.
Dredge is, when a ledge falls in, upon grave words, never recorded.