Sunday, September 26, 2004

Drowning Man

Diving, no breath taken
Dreaming, not to awaken
A bigger splash to soak
Like some kind of sick joke
The remains on flood plains
Drowned cities like clogged veins
Old ruins of past raving
Abuse, deceit, and misbehaving

So it was twist and bust
Sea-air cracked metal rust
And no real effort made
To stem the tide's tirade
The lack of trust, the curse
Jealousy made much worse,
His fear, the also ran;
The child, a drowning man.

DFRW 3rd September 2004

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