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Submerged (pt 2)
Contributed by
Tarheel_treat
on
Wednesday, 20th February 2013 @ 06:21:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Sinking.
Winking.
Yet,
not thinking.
Smelled myself.
It smelt like fun.
Glad my life had just begun.
Like a late bloom in the summer,
I had no reason.
Knowing I grew out of season,
showed my petals to every bee.
Not knowing how soon they'd flee.
Sinking.
Winking.
Still,
not thinking.
Without blinking,
I became infirm.
Realized I was aging out of term.
Stomach felt sick.
Sense wasn't my bailiwick.
Not ready to germinate,
but,
man,
it was too late.
Sorry God,
but this seed,
I have to slaughter.
I'm submerged 6ft under water.
A mother about to lose her daughter.
God wasn't done yet.
Started over.
Found my feet.
Had a seat.
Was told to think
and came back in sync.
Copyright ©
Tarheel_treat
... [
2013-02-20 18:21:32] (Date/Time posted on
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