Sunday, 2 December 2018

That sinking feeling



On the surface, calm, clear, a smile, my fear disguised
in the darkest dingy abyss, the monsters leer with menacing eyes
beneath the waves, living in the ruins, a place submerged
a land of hope, never to re-emerge

Try to swim free, grappling weeds tangle my feet
like dead hands from graves pulling me down, deep, almost beat
a gargled scream for help, lungs fill with the inky water
drowning as my body sinks, bubbling further under

The beasts of the depths feed of my flesh, my body weeps
slowly drained of all that's left, sink further into the deep
murkiness clouds the view, can barely see through
just a glimmer in the darkness, a sliver of hope cut loose

As the creatures scurry and scatter, the image is shattered
a hand grabs through the gloom, holds my body, torn and tattered
cut free we take to the sky, laying there under the healing sun
breath lungfuls of clean air, never outdone, with help of loved ones


Thanks for reading.
Peace et Love
Kyle.

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