The blue waters bubble around me
As I dip once more beneath the waves
Like a sleek dolphin cutting through the ocean highway
Then atop once more to breathe.
***
My mind running ten miles per minute
Without any order or repartee
Just a vague clamber for survival
And to wonder if anyone will save me.
***
Brightly coloured fish swim around me
Visions of friends from my misspent youth
Ghostly images of my long-lost family
Easing my passage and calling to me.
***
My journeys to the surface become less frequent
‘Person Overboard’
I fancy I hear
A ring of life splashes beside me
Before I sink beneath the depths once again.
***
Sometime later I awake upon the deck
To a scene of people working feverishly
Is it real, or the next stage of my journey?
I fancy alive I still may be.
***
This time I survived but almost not
A remembrance of how fragile we are
How grateful I am for their saving Grace
How glad I am to be me.
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Paul Douglas
I have always loved to write, especially poems and short stories. I also have an abiding love for technology and gaming. I love to share my outlook with others.
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