Your blood is pumping
But you are dead inside
If you say different
We know it’s a lie
The surface tension is
Breaking below
And when it pulls you under
We watch as you go
You cannot take back
What you thought was right
Now with riddled with doubt
You hide from the light
Summer will escape
The heat wave will leave
Water you’re under
Will cause you to freeze
You will try to surface
If only to breathe
But oh, what a surprise
When the water you're under
now concrete ice
And as the heart starts to slow
all your blood flow
We pretend not know
It was only a matter of time
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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