🤿
Take hold of a rock,
And a deep breath.
Over the side,
Into the depth.
⇣
Pulling me down,
Clearing my ears.
Downward I go;
Having no fears.
⇣
The surface above
Grows so far away.
How long can I last,
In this dark place.
⇣
If I continue down,
I may pass out.
How long, I wonder,
Can my breath hold out?
⇣
No feeling of touch;
No voices to hear.
Just the water,
Cool and clear.
⇣
The water feels good,
Cool on my skin.
The abyss below,
Too deep to discern.
⇣
Deeper and deeper,
Into the depths.
How long, I wonder,
Can I hold my breath?
⇣
Now I’m quite deep,
Relaxed and clear.
I hope and pray,
No panic, no fear.
⇣
I could stay,
In this cool dark place.
Drifting downward,
To my watery grave.
😌
But there is no point,
Of leaving life now.
There’s so much beauty,
All-around.
💙
Releasing the rock;
Back toward the sun.
A gentle kick,
To carry me on.
🫧
Upward forever,
With bubbles, I rise.
Toward the surface,
Until the next time.
⤴
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RN Manchester
I write mostly short stories and some poetry. Pretty much any genre, though I lean toward science fiction, fantasy and horror. I try to publish at least once a week.
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Love! Is this the poem you were talking about the other day? Oh and HI! I made it - I used the link you provided so I hopefully you got the credit! I just submitted to "The Day After" contest! Thank you so much for turning me onto this site!!!