Swan Dive
By Ron Smith

A ringing in my ear
A pressure on the side
Holding back a chasm of fear.
The black field glowing
The stains of amber and green.

Signing my soul away
Working for the devil's pride
Lost in a sea of gray.
The demons crowing
At the inner me, lost and unseen.

A darkness stirs
In my soul made of clay
The past is my curse.
My life in perpetual decay
This is a building storm.

The imbalance portrays
My world in sway
And my hidden face.
All ends today
A swan dive of perfect form.