should it pass the lips gather together
drops in my lungs plus one after one
yes, gather together as if in drowning
should it find its way silence and smother
this rising fear of year after year
and year on as if in drowning
then embracing me I will avenge
for leaving a stain upon my soul
that ocean should itself go down
as if in drowning
About the Creator
Christopher Francis
I began writing as a child, continued as an adult and worked briefly as a professional. Literature and music were and are my passions. Then life got in the way. Now, at 66 they have returned and I am giving them my full attention. Ta da.
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