A Poet Strikes A Pose



Swimming alone in a pool of darkness,
feeling a tug, slowly, pulling, under.

Helpless cries no one hears,
is there, anybody out there?

Begin to feel the water fill,
a beautiful dawn, is a memory pill.

Fighting to stay above,
but the darkness won’t let go.

Taking hold of its passion to own,
this life begins to sink in.

Darkness never lies below the line,
its truth is to consume.

Lungs that once held so much life,
now they drift in murky waters.

Fighting to stay above,
but the darkness won’t let go.

Disappointment led the way,
followed by a heart brittle and grey.

Tears and rain continuously fall,
in water, that holds a dying soul.

Baptized for the final time,
all sins forgiven in the name of love.

Fighting to stay above,
but the darkness won’t let go.

Weightless sunrise fills the sky,
below the surface darkness smiles.

Streams of light try’s to reach,
a treasure now lost in the deep.

Lifeless outstretched arms,
a poet strikes a pose.

No more fight to stay above,
darkness won.

AntönyRös

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