A Poet Strikes A Pose


Alone in a pool of darkness, feeling a tug, slowly, pulling, under

Helpless cry, no one hears, is there, anybody there?

Begin to feel the water fill, air expelled, bubbles floating still

Fighting to stay above but darkness won’t let go

Taking hold of its desire to own, a dying heart sinking down

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

Leads the mind sinking deep as memories fade they weep

Fighting to stay above but darkness won’t let go

Disappointment led the way, a heart turned brittle and grey

Tears washed by rain, into the sea, cleansed of hurt and pain

Baptized for the final time, sins forgiven, no longer afraid to die

Fighting to stay above but darkness won’t let go

Peaceful sunrise fills the skys, below the surface darkness smiles

Streams of light try’s to reach, where a treasure sunk besieged

Lifeless outstretched arms rose, a poet strikes a pose

No more fight left to stay above because darkness finally won

Ax

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