Poetry Break
I've been slowly working on some others writings, besides this blog. Here's yet another draft of a poem.
Swimming
(A Harsh Reality)
By: Sean Moore
Swimming in the sea
Bound to drown
When I stop to breathe
Water rushes in past my cheeks
Sends me under
Once
Twice
The sinking sensation satiates
As panic sets in
Thoughts of us
Like a life-vest full of sand
No longer soothe
The truth pummels me
Like a wave
Safety is miles away
Sea salt licks my wound
Like an open flame to the night
I surrender to
The flowing current
And the force of the undertow
Like a floodgate opened on a famished city
Water fills my lungs
And I am done fighting
It's useless
As the perfect storm
Delivers me to the bottom of
This darkened sea
Love has capsized me
Swimming
(A Harsh Reality)
By: Sean Moore
Swimming in the sea
Bound to drown
When I stop to breathe
Water rushes in past my cheeks
Sends me under
Once
Twice
The sinking sensation satiates
As panic sets in
Thoughts of us
Like a life-vest full of sand
No longer soothe
The truth pummels me
Like a wave
Safety is miles away
Sea salt licks my wound
Like an open flame to the night
I surrender to
The flowing current
And the force of the undertow
Like a floodgate opened on a famished city
Water fills my lungs
And I am done fighting
It's useless
As the perfect storm
Delivers me to the bottom of
This darkened sea
Love has capsized me
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