My Watery Grave
Submitted by
1bdyslas on Mon, 12/31/2007 at 2:28pm.
MY WATERY GRAVE
Bumb-bumb, bumb-bumb, bumb-bumb, bumb-bump. . .
I stand at the edge, at the edge of my perception.
I have had all of life's rewards,
And I have given them to thos I love.
The end is nearing, it is just in my vision.
I welcom the cooling slumber,
The peaced I'll swallow.
I step forward. . . and fly. . . SPLASH!!!
Bumb-bumb, bumb-bumb, bumb-bumb, bumb-bumb. . .
I am free as the floating feather,
Unbound like an errant heart.
All is dark and cool. . . It surrounds me. . .
I have found what I sought.
There is no fear, no regret, so sorrow. . .
Only on question left. . .
I float swiftly down and . . . . PAIN!!!
Bumb-bumb, bumb-bumb, bumb-bumb, bumb-bumb. . .
Nature has found me out,
She battles with my wishes.
I must be clam, fight off my bodies fear.
I gasp and swallow,
But I am filled with not any air.
Again a gasp and then a choke. . .
I thrash back and forth one final time. . .
I have won the battle, my body gives in. . .
All is silent and still. . .
Bumb. . .bumb. . .bumb. . .bumb. . .bumb. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written for my best friend Gev