Midst Of Madness
© 2008 Mark Witters
April morning on Lake Bennett, I race alone.
Just heard the news. Reflectively, I muse.
Just as sure as one is missing, one has been found.
So, I'll just press on. It's another dawn.
In the midst of madness, I must stay the course.
Overwhelming sadness, but nio remorse.
Don't know how, but I built a vessel; quickly, then, set sail.
Five hundred miles of water. Fever's burning ever-hotter.
Through the rapids and the whirlpools, strewn with people's lives.
How could one ever be prepared? Too busy surviving to care.
Might have stumbled, might have fallen, but I keep going on.
What hasn't killed has made me stronger. Holding on just a little longer.
It's amazing all we go through, suddenly, we're gone!